As I’ve gotten older, seen a good amount of the world and experience it, I dream of going back to the simplest of life where my world becomes smaller and everything that truly matters to me is within reach.
Your post stirs up a memory. Beneath the morning sun in the Azores, I took laid-back strolls, soaking in the island's serene beauty. On the porch, laughter and stories flowed with family, mingling with the aroma of freshly baked local bread. In those simple Azorean moments, life's richness unfolded—a reminder of the beauty found in the everyday charm of the islands.