Terceira was the most sociable island. Partying. Festivals. Friends. Connections. We went there with full intentions to join in the run of the bulls. We did. It was perfect for an adrenaline junky like myself. Most of the group got up close and personal with all four bulls of the day. Following the run of the bulls we returned to a house I had stopped at earlier to use the bathroom. There we met a father and daughter that had close ties to Massachusetts and hosted their own friend’s house in a shockingly hospitable way. We all talked and shared drinks discussing their roots in both Portuguese and American music. Making friends and connections with complete strangers is a commonality in the Azores unlike in America where everyone is very self-oriented. After becoming close we all walked not too far to a local bar with live music. The father and daughter we met actually spent a portion of the night on stage playing music that all of us could enjoy together. It was a night to remember.