Specifically on the island of Terceira, 10x18 miles wide. I would go during the summer for Praia festival, into the fall for bullfighting season. I would live in the green boathouse again, listening to the late summer thunderstorms through the ceiling. During the day, I would moped into the shopping district, spend my day drawing the locals. Then, at sunset, I would drink local wine at a beachside pasteria. On the ride home, I would pass by that factory that smells like sweet fish.
