I spent 15 of the most miserable months of my life on Terceira. I’d prefer not to have to think about them - ever. Summer weather was nice while it lasted, the girls were pretty, but nearly all jail-bait. The rest of the time was spent trucking up one hill and down the other (Santa Rita Hill)and around the airfield....I posted a world-wide-anywhere volunteer listing to get out of there.
:’)