São Miguel, Portugal.

This small island in the Atlantic? Oh, it’s a secret paradise—and I’m about to share it with you.

72h itinerary

Day One: White Sheets and Firewood

Check-in: White Exclusive Suites (Lagoa, 15 min. from the airport)
Early evening. Minimalist, white, and quietly sexy. You drop your bags and feel your shoulders go soft. That’s the point.

Dinner: A Terra (Octant Hotel, Furnas – 30 min from the hotel)
Set in a quiet corner of Furnas, the restaurant serves wood-fired dishes with garden herbs and volcanic soul.

Night: Back at White
Sheets like cream, air like silence. Whatever happens next, just imagine it?

Day Two: Boiled Earth and Other Small Miracles

Morning + Lunch: Furnas + Terra Nostra (35–40 min drive)
We head east into the fog. Furnas bubbles. The air smells like boiled stone.
Lunch gets pulled from the ground—cozido, cooked slow by the volcano.
Then we walk it off in Terra Nostra Park, and slip into the warm, rust-colored thermal pool. We float until our fingers wrinkle.

Afternoon: Gorreana Tea Plantation (20 min from Furnas, north coast)
A drive up to tea fields. Green hills, Atlantic wind, zero stress.

Evening: Rooftop drink in Ponta Delgada (45 min return)
Back toward town. A rooftop with a view, light wine, and no expectations.

Dinner: Magma (15 min from the Hotel)
Contemporary Azorean. Octopus that falls apart, desserts that flirt, and a wine list with just enough danger. One more glass than planned. Obviously.

Day Three: A View, A Swim, A Quiet Goodbye

Morning: Sete Cidades + Boca do Inferno (40 min from the hotel)
Lakes in a volcano. One blue, one green. Fog rolls in, then disappears like it forgot something.
Boca do Inferno sounds intense, but it’s just a quiet path to a view that makes you stop talking for a second. That’s enough.

Lunch: O Galego (Sete Cidades village)
No-frills from the outside, all charm on the plate. Grilled limpets, local cheese, a good vinho verde. It’s the kind of lunch that doesn’t try to impress you—and ends up doing exactly that.

Afternoon: Miradouro da Vista do Rei or a black sand beach
We drift. Maybe another lookout, maybe a swim. Maybe just feet up somewhere with no signal.

Evening: Back to White (30 min return)
Shower. Slippers. That last bit of sun. You know what’s next.

Dinner: In-room or terrace at White
No reservations. Just what the kitchen brings, and what we bring to each other. One last toast, one last night. Not bad for a volcanic rock in the middle of the Atlantic.