The Azores

Fasten your seatbelts- this is going to be a long one.
I am going to tell your about my experience in a foreign country. First, the most commonly asked questions:
-No, I did not learn the language. The people were nice enough to learn English for me.
-No, I did not go to a foreign school. I went to an American school.
-No, my father doesn't speak the language either. He got a job at the AMERICAN school.
There's one question remained unanswered. (Don't worry! I'm getting to it!)
It is: Where the heck are the Azores?????
Okay, here goes:
So, one summer, my parents decide that we're moving. Where to? This set of tiny islands called the Azores. I still know what you're thinking. Where the heck is that? Am I right, or am I right. If you've lived in the Azores, sorry for having to explain. The Azores are basically smack dab in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. See? Right there, smack dab in the middle of the Atlantic. The bottom half shows the actual islands. We lived on Terceira, the third largest one. It's also the third from the right. See it? It's actually the only normal shaped one. :D haha just kidding. So, we arrive there at about 6pm MST, but it's midnight there. Normally, I wouldn't be tired at 6pm, but taking 3 different planes (Salt Lake to Georgia, Georgia to Baltimore, Baltimore to the Azores), I was sacked out. So, I plopped down on a random bed, and slept. When I woke up, I found myself in a hotel. It technically wasn't a hotel, so I'll have to backtrack a little bit.
The reason we were in the Azores there was an air base. Lajes Air Base, to be exact. (Pronounced La-jace) There was an American school for all the military "brats" (don't worry, their not really brats), and since Dad's a teacher (Health, History, and Physical Education), he got a job teaching at this school. So, guess what, we got to tag along. I was pretty upset at first, but the excitement of living in a foreign country quickly overpowered my depression. Here's some pictures of our life in the Azores:

Porto Martins: The costal town we lived in

The beach: also where Rachel, a friend, had her baptism

At the beach. This one's a few blocks from our house

Neighbors

The House itself. My room was the top right window.

The TLF- our "hotel" when we came

The Duck Pond
Lots of pretty hiking country...
On our dolphin trip- we didn't see any dolphins, though

Algar do Carvão, a volcanic cone. Very chilly, but extremely pretty and mystical. It's basically a cave.

Well, that's about it. There's a lot more, but I can't fit it all onto one post. You'd stop reading!
Ciao!