Today is our last full day on the island of Sao Miguel, so we will be busy packing for Porto (ugh), drinking the last of the duty-free Jameson (no problem whatsoever), and saying goodbye to our new, Azorean friends, Jennifer Garner and Chef Costa (surprisingly emotional). Since our hands are full today, I will totally phone it in by leaving you with some of our professional-grade photos and critical analysis not otherwise posted.
I don’t know if Super Bock belongs to the DC or Marvel universe, but I’m really looking forward to the sequel.This came as a side. I was clueless. So was the server, but she told me to mix the egg in because everyone else does. With more blind faith than I would ever afford an Olive Garden server, I did. I ate it. I later found out it was bread, shrimp, garlic, coriander, and of course the egg. I, of course, also found it delicious.With the Hawaiian exception, I do not believe the Azoreans even know we exist, and I think the Honolulu shout-out is nothing more than mutual, bro respect between volcanic islands.Boy, I’m really not lichen what I see here (rim shot).It seems there is also a detectable French influence here, too.To quote the generation defining, 1970’s poet, Anne Wilson, “Oooh, barracuda!“ This is the over-stimulating, epileptic seizure inducing tunnel we passed through during our Detroit connection. I feel like it should be renamed the Mary Hart Concourse. Art Vandelay concurs.Every year the Azoreans prune their sycamores down to little nubs. I assume this is done for reasons other than making the entire island look like a Tim Burton set.Lounging, stray cats are everywhere. It reminds me of Pompeii, where it is exactly the same, but with dogs. Does living near dormant volcanoes make people averse to spaying and neutering their pets? Somewhere, the ghost of Bob Barker weeps.The anti-Ayn RandGarden variety, gratuitous selfieThis seems like swimming options overkill, but I’m down with it.Yeah, I’m just going to go ahead and forward my list to Santa Claus early.Bachalhau (rehydrated, salted cod) is southern Europe’s answer to Scandinavian Lutefisk. With no intended disrespect to my heritage, the Finns could take a note or two here.These attached lids are mandatory throughout Europe and elegantly solve a real pollution and recycling problem at literally no extra cost and very little inconvenience to the user. If these were introduced in the states, you could count on one hand the number of seconds it would take before Fox news dubbed them “Woke-Ass, Commie Caps” and an executive order was issued banning them or levying tariffs on their countries of origin.The derivative Dutch. I guess “Tulips ‘R Us” and “Tulip-mart” were already trademarked.Where’s Waldo?O Riquim? Damn near O Killed em.All of these cows boast superior road handling, stopping power, and 0 to 60 acceleration than a 2024 Renault, Arkana.
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