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Visiting the Azores has a strange fusion of \u2018Here I am\u2019 and \u2018Where am I?\u2019.   Call it a confused familiarity.  Our host on the island of Terceira presented us with a golden loaf of sweet bread  \u2014 kissing cousin to the sweet round on Ives Street at the Silver Star Bakery!  Back home in Fox Point, Azores banners hang from car mirrors, fisherman sell me their silvery catch from the back of a truck.  Living in RI, we\u2019ve been imprinted with the nostalgia of others, our largest immigrant population from Madeira and the Azores.   <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the encouter with the archipelago has its own suspended reality \u2014 nuit blanche, arriving without a night\u2019s sleep in the middle of the Atlantic on an unknown island.  Under the airport roofs birds were singing.  A city called Angra do Hero\u00edsmo, low church bells intoning.  Misty bay, veils of rain.  Whatever I was expecting, (small villages, old men and women collecting vine cuttings, tending their fig trees) was superimposed on an impeccable, chromatic seaside capital.  White and pastel houses alternate, holding each other from tumbling into the sea.  Air playful, soft, doing little arabesques over the dashing Atlantic. A man was etching in the sand a giant heart with the words Ukraine atop.  Like everywhere, credit cards, wifi, fries, English nearly perfectly spoken.  Unlike everywhere, a cheerful Catholicism \u2014candy pink cathedral with a zigzag turret – blue hospital\/church \u2014 seems central.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is a sane and calm mode that has created faith in sustainable tourism.\u00a0 Bulls roam where grass has grown over massive old volcanic craters.\u00a0 Volcanos created the place and still rule with possibility.\u00a0 Over on a nearby another island, Sao Jorge, one is threatening to blow.\u00a0 Except for locals in its shadow, no one seems overly concerned.\u00a0 We live with it every day, one man says, naming what might be their motto: live with.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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