Azores, Sao Miguel, Portugal
the queens and I soaked our pale bodies for hours in hot sulfur springs at the base of three active volcanoes.
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The archaic village of Furnas, possesed a history of algerian pirate attacks, notorious for stealing rams before returning to the Barbary coast they came from..
Identifying as a Ram myself,
I felt oddly at peace surrounded by fire & the idea of past mutiny.
As dusk drew near,
we took the only road leading home along Lagoa Das Furnas
"LAKE OF FIRE"
The five of us attempted to scale the wall to the chapel, My own personal attempt leading to bleeding palms n' broken nails.
The structure was built on a promise to God. A wealthy man that lived on the island oathed that if God would heal his ill wife, he would build a treasure to thank him by the name of "Nossa Senhora dos Victorias" ...meaning Lady of Victories.
However, death without regret will soon take us.
leaving the corpse of the man & his wife asleep forever inside the gothic walls.
