Funchal, capital of Madera, floats way, way out in the Atlantic ocean — a generous 600 miles from the coast of Portugal. It's an idealized garden spot, with a mediterranean climate similar to San Diego in California (where Portuguese fisherman, as it happens, have plied their trade for generations).
It is an island populated by craggy cliffs with incredible views and by lovely subtropical gardens. And of course by industrious and friendly people. They make a sweet, pleasant dessert wine here. Madeira.
Sigh. Back in the port city of Funchal our ship awaits to collect wandering folks such as we, to coddle and distract about 1900 folks like us and soothe our journey back to reality in Ft Lauderdale. Florida.
In the USA. Back, as we will remind ourselves, where we live.