Leaving Madeira was not fun. Having been off the island for about two weeks, the thought of never returning seems an impossibility. To go through a list of people and places and activities and routines that we miss would be boring for you and depressing for me, so I'll simply put some photos up, most of which we took while saying goodbye to someone or doing something for the last time.
The last Laranjada:
The last evening at our neighborhood pizzeria with our favorite waiters:
The last time hanging out with our friends from the basketball team:
The last dinner with friends from University. I am wearing my gift, a peasant hat, in front of painting featuring same:
The first (and last) visit to Porto Santo; a long beach, but we still prefer the rocks around Funchal:
and Farrar's last shandy there:
The last walk to the CAB gym:
Bishop's last practice:
The last coffee with friends:
The last swim:
with the sound of those rocks:
The last dog:
The last park bench:
The last photo:
I have to believe that all of these "lasts" should include the qualifier, "for now" because there will be another time, a "next" as it were.