Saturday, May 31, 2014

Flores of course is the Portuguese word for flowers!

See what we mean?
 
 


 Yes, this is a 1500 foot cliff, not with a beach but with fields at its foot.
 
 Wild pansies and note the trees on the top of the rock.
 
 Wind shaped tree canopies shelter the flowers.
 
 
 John's favorite picture!
The near cliff is actually concave.
 
 
 These must be the happiest cows in Europe:  Their pasture is so lush, they can graze with their tummies on the ground!
 
 
 Looking south towards Santa Cruz.
 
 
These flowers have three foot stems, yet they are a thousand feet off the ground!
 
 
 The northeast coastline is dramatically surreal.
 
 
 Yes, that is the Atlantic Ocean shimmering in the background.  Magical!
 
 
The green cliffs of Flores:  sheer striking nature.
 
 
Is this donkey fertilizing potatoes?
 
 
 The island of Corvo lies just north of Flores.
 
 
 Wild hydrangeas grow as complete hedges.  The village in the background is Punta Delgada.
 
 
 John says this could be Devon or Cornwall, except for the orange roofs and the sunshine!
 
 
Lunch at the country inn, Por do Sol, at Fajazinha.  Sr. Curvelo served us a wonderful traditional Portuguese meal.
 
 
 A large black bull guards his kingdom.
 
 
 Volcanic beach.
 
 
 Bob finds a cattle trough reserved for Canadians.
 
 
Waterfalls are seen through the mist.
 
 
Volcanic crater lakes adorn the center of the island.