Remember the last picture of the beach and I said to look at the trees? Here is the promenade in that section of town. As you can see it's much wider. In the summertime when it isn't deserted because of a lockdown it's full of people, craft booths, street performers, artists, etc. Fun for all.
So that's all down at sea level. This picture is taken from the beach looking up at the hills. Up there is where we live. You can see how the houses are stacked over each other so everyone gets a nice view. Above the very first white building directly in line with the beach is the green hill you see from our terrace. Across from the last big building on the left is the narrower promenade I showed in the first picture. It just keeps going for about a kilometre until it gets to where I snapped my first shot for you.
You are making me homesick for someplace I’ve never been!
I’ve been as close to you as the Azores, but that was just a refueling stop on the way to Germany in 1988 at Lajes Field, Terceira Island.
We didn’t stay any longer than it took to refuel, but I remember it feeling so TROPICAL because, well, it WAS February when we left the USA for a month-long REFORGER mission. ;)
(’Return The Forces to Germany’) My Brigade (through some old WWII treaty) had an agreement with Germany that we could be packed up and be there to assist them in times of trouble, and we had to prove it to them every 10 years, I think? That was 32 years ago! Eeeek!