Today got off to a serene start as I prepared to be at one with nature in the Azores.
Ready to explore Algar do Carvao, a cave that’s basically a volcanic chimney.
Watercolor painting? Nope, real stalagmites.
Later, a black sand beach in the city of Praia da Vitoria, on the other side of the island. Velvety beach; and the Atlantic wasn’t nearly as chilly as it would have been in my childhood town of Asbury Park, NJ, this time of year. Not a bad winter day at all.
But the fit hit the shan when Mitch’s Blackberry phone suddenly stopped working. We spent many minutes on the phone with AT&T. Problem unresolved.
And then the fog and clouds started moving in. Just like that, I was trying to navigate the five-speed Mazda through winding roads and more traffic circles than I’d ever encountered in Joisey. Squinting through soupy fog.
As Dustin Hoffman says in Rain Man, I’m an excellent driver under normal conditions. Oh, yeah. Just ask Mitch and my sista. Uh-huh.
By the time we got back, we needed to mainline comfort food.