The island has volcanic hills and Hugo was determined to climb a volcano. So whilst Felix and I did the laundry and supermarket errands, Daddy and Hugo cycled and climbed up the steepest looking volcano. They returned triumphantly and somewhat hot and sweaty. Time to swim on the lovely beaches.
We also seemed to arrive in time for a local festival, where the church and streets were decorated with flowers (seems to be a theme in Portugal) and a small procession took place. All exciting for the boys to watch. They befriended two elderly gentlemen whilst watching the parade and merrily talked nineteen to the dozen at the poor chaps who didn’t understand a word of English. It didn’t seem to matter!