was it the smell of food. .or the ocean breeze. .or maybe the many smells of bustling Angra do Heroismo?

@@palmtrees89 The wildness of the life in the Ocean, the certain way the volcanic rock and sand smelled something of heated metal, the breads cooked in home ovens and the hot bricks and dirt smells. The rock walls and four legged beasts in pastures even the one that let us witness the birth of her calf. The rain the snails. Mostly how clean the air smells and how sand blown in your face and lips with the wind kicking around. The smell inside the church where a loved one was married. It triggered me again seeing your reply. Lol. I could go two more paragraphs hahA. I’ll spare you. Thank you for asking and letting me say. ❣️