While often called “island of flowers”, Madeira is also a place where you will find yourself just one step away from the abyss, on narrow paths leading through the woods right into the clouds: so very high its mountains and so very deep its valleys. More than once I had to brace myself not to turn around, there was no way back. And as I was watching the haze ascending in such slow motion almost invisible to the eye, new strength and courage came into being, a healing force by nature, smoothening the cracks in my soul. Black sands where glistening waters meet the beach, the sun casting harsh shadows on crumbling walls – but the wind enriched with a salty flowery taste like nowhere else. Even the presence of death cannot break the spell of these diverse landscapes, equally beautiful in darkness and light.
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