We went to Ponta Delgada in the morning to confirm our flights and also to buy two of the cooking stones so that we could cook those nice filet mignons back at home. The night before, after 11 consecutive days of fish, Magnus and Stella finally said, “Fish again?” when faced with another fishy dinner. So Ana and I decided to take them to McDonalds for lunch, which was officially and undoubtedly the worst meal of the trip, at least for me.
After lunch, we took off for the waterslide park in Vila Franca and spent the afternoon riding the slides and enjoying the lovely hot weather. The only bad part of the day was when some little kid, who was a little “deficient”, as they say in Portuguese, whipped down his swimsuit, and peed all over his little brother who was sitting happily in the paddling pool. Then he came over to me and starting asking me where to find somebody called John. Considering half of the men in Portugal are named John, I couldn’t really help him, so he eventually shuffled off and I got back to doing nothing, and remained doing so for the rest of the day.