As a major portion of the United States battles record triple-digit heat, a slightly-warm day started with a pulse-stirring sunrise. So while I do miss the fast pace of life of the East Coast, there are some redeeming elements to life in the middle of the Atlantic.
We have had our share of excitement on Terceira this week. In the marina just below our house, authorities seized a sailboat (single mast, looks to be about 26-foot or so) and tore the boat apart to find nearly 500 kilos (a little more than one ton) of cocaine. The two sailors have been locked up. The boat has been impounded, and sources say the policia will soon burn the cocaine. None of this had any impact on the majority of the population; we sat on our beach catching some rays on the opposite side of the bay.
In all honesty, a major drug bust does not crush our idea of an island paradise. Traffic jams still consist of four or five cars and tracks and tractors waiting while a herd of cows goes down the street. We still have to wait a minute of two for a parking spot downtown. There are still long lines at the gas station…sometime three cars waiting at once.
So, with my apologies to Ernest Hemmingway, Errol Flynn, and Tyrone Power, I repeat my discovery for today…the Sun Also Rises…on another magnificent day in Terceira!
