Welcome to my Azores Trip 2018 Blog. I hope you enjoy following along with me on my two week adventure.

Day One

8 adults, one toddler, 10 hour flight and a customs line with a wait that would put a women’s bathroom at the Justin Timberlake concert to shame... but we finally made it!

We left in normal fashion on “Portgaee time” so naturally we were 40 mins late at 1545. Of course my brother Brian decided he would forget he had a knife in his carry on and get TSA’s feathers all ruffled; I mean honestly he is from Stockton it’s a reflex to carry a weapon everywhere you go.The flight was 10 hours, but in all honesty felt like it was 60. I would love to find the guy (or girl) who came up with the spacing of airline seating and punch them right in the junk!

We finally arrived in Terceira at 0800 local time. It honestly wasn’t as humid and muggy as I thought it would be when I stepped out of the plane; then we stepped into the hot humid cattle line that is better known around these parts as “customs”. After sweating through that line and contemplating joining a nudist colony we finally reached baggage claim. And boy wasn’t that a new adventure. After wondering if our luggage got rerouted to Guam, we finally got our bags an hour later.

Then we were headed out to go see the island... but not before customs “randomly” selected Brian to search his luggage. I have a feeling it was racial profiling because he was wearing a Stockton sweater and apparently word has made it al the way here of how thug life they are there. After being severely questioned behind a closed door they finally let him go; he was walking a little funny after but we didn’t question it.

We headed to my grandparents home and got settled in. Looks like I’ll be sleeping with my feet in the dresser tonight (apparently I was unaware that my grandparents were 3 foot 2)

After getting settled we walked down to the city; the buildings are fantastic on this island... the humidity is a different story. After developing some serious chafing we finally reached our destination and bought some bullfight tickets for tomorrow and Sunday. I’m really looking forward to those.

We then walked down to a little restaurant called Chefes do Patio... the food was phenomenal, the muggy indoor weather was not. After that we headed to pick up my uncles car and headed back home. The girls (Sarah and Hanan) and I were ready to go, but my Aunt and uncle wanted to play with tractors (snoring). So naturally the girls and I took of and left them. We headed down to the marina to get some shots and take in the scenery; which is gorgeous everywhere you look.

After waiting for about 40 mins for my Aunt and uncle to pick us up; and looking like homeless kids on the street corner looking for scraps because we were wearing the same clothes for the last 36 hours. We headed to Feteira to see the Todors de Corda (bulls on rope). While Hanan and Sarah coward like little girls on the rock wall, my brother Brian and I headed out to play with the bulls.... I just mostly wanted to get the shot. Well that escalated quickly.... I was taking shots and keeping my distance from the bulls and well one of them made a quick u-turn I took off and immediately slipped and he took me for a ride... needless to say Scotty-0 Big Ass Bull -1.

The worst part is now I’m to sore to go to the festival tonight which I’m pretty bummed about. I guess I should rest anyways I have been up for 51 hours and counting.... so I guess I’m going to have to call it a night... I hope you come to hear about day 2 tomorrow....