Traveling to a paradise on Earth doesn’t necessarily require a long, arduous or perilous journey.
In fact, an unspoiled landscape reminiscent of a fairytale is barely five hours from Boston and about four hours from the United Kingdom. It’s a land where waterfalls cascade down iridescent green slopes; where roads are rimmed with hydrangea hedges; and where craggy coasts are blanketed with black sand beaches.
A lost-in-time quality prevails, whether it’s a hamlet of stone dwellings linked by cobbled paths, or locals who remain true to the old ways of planting crops on fertile plains at the base of sheer cliffs, or riding horse-drawn carts to deliver milk to the cheese factory.
Welcome to the Azores, a necklace of nine enchanting islands that huddle in the middle of the Atlantic but are part of Portugal. The archipelago is an autonomous region located roughly 1,000 miles from the Portuguese mainland. The islands’ thermal pools, lush calderas, crater lakes and steaming geysers all bear testament to the violent volcanic forces that birthed them, yet each isle has a distinctive character where nature in its wildest state prevails.
Azores Airlines flies non-stop to Ponta Delgada on São Miguel Island from Boston, and to Lajes on Terceira with a stopover in Ponta Delgada year-round. United (from Newark) and Azores Airlines (from JFK, on select days) both have summer nonstop service to Ponta Delgada. British Airways offers nonstop, summer service on Saturdays.
After a direct hop to an archipelago seemingly a world away, here’s what to expect on each island:
Flores is the westernmost island of the Azores. Though its name translates to “flowers,” it’s the abundant bodies of water that most define this shockingly emerald green isle that’s frequently shrouded in fog.
There are seven crater lakes speckling the undulating interior, including the the forest green Lagoa Negra that sits right beside the cobalt blue Lagoa Comprida, with a perfectly placed miradouro (viewpoint) between them.
Among the island’s verdant cliff walls dripping with waterfalls, the powerful Poco do Bacalhau cascades down 300 feet to a petite, swimmable pool.
Visitors who stay at Aldeia da Cuada, a centuries-old hamlet converted into an atmospheric accommodation of stone cottages furnished with local antiques and patchwork quilts, will enjoy views of plummeting waterfalls at their backdoor. This sanctuary embraces the simple pleasures of life, including stargazing from a private garden.
With fewer than 500 inhabitants and one solitary town located on the only parcel of land at sea level, Corvo is the smallest (and most remote) Azorean island, just four miles long and not even three miles wide.
Still, this wee island (a remnant of an ancient volcano about 10 miles north of Flores) is a renowned paradise for bird-watchers, who gravitate here especially in the fall, hoping to spot yellow-billed cuckoos, Cory’s shearwaters and many other species.
For hundreds of years, sailing vessels have made the capital port of Horta – noted for its boldly painted seawall – a stopover, including those that navigated between the New and Old Worlds in the 16th and 17th centuries.
Anchoring their yachts, many present-day skippers and crew still drop in at the nearby Peter Cafe Sport, a more than 100-year-old establishment where nautical memorabilia plasters the cozy interior. Their scrimshaw museum, dedicated to the artform of carving and engraving whale teeth and bones, contains items dating as far back as the late 1800s.
Soccer ball-sized globes of sky-blue hydrangeas border roads and frame houses along the route to the island’s western end. This desolate, monochromatic area stands in stark contrast to buzzing, colorful Horta.
An entire hamlet is buried in charcoal-black ash and other volcanic material spewed decades ago from a lengthy undersea eruption. Capelinhos Volcano Interpretation Center has exhibits telling the stories of this and other volcanoes.
The almost 8,000-foot-tall Mt. Pico, Portugal’s highest peak, dominates the landscape on this island.
Here, it seems just about everything is constructed of black basalt lava stone, including the mosaic of corrals surrounding the local grape vines that have warmed and protected them from the island’s blustery, salty breezes for centuries.
It’s the fertile, mineral-rich volcanic soil that has put Pico on every true oenophile’s list. The Cooperativa Vitivinicola, a more than 70-year-old wine co-op in Madalena, the island’s capital, offers informal tastings that include verdelho, a crisp white produced from grapes endemic to this island.
In keeping with Pico’s close-to-the-land sensibility, the village-like Lava Homes resort relied on local stone and wood in the construction of its 14, many-windowed, contemporary villas.
Snaking through a landscape of wild heather and Japanese cedar are scenic footpaths that terminate at fajãs, or cliff-backed fertile plains that were formed from landslides and ancient lava flows.
One of the most beguiling is Fajã de Santo Cristo, accessed via a six-mile-long walkable donkey path that winds down from the cloud-covered summit of Serra de Topo. The route meanders past old watermills and gates of gnarled branches to the isolated, waterfront hamlet Fajã de Santo Cristo. Here residents tend terraced gardens growing yams, cabbage, spinach and tomatoes.
This coast attracts surfers who come for the point break waves. The island, however, is most renowned for a culinary delicacy: their tangy cow’s milk cheese.
Queijo São Jorge is still produced by methods dating back centuries. This delectable cheese – it may be drizzled with honey – is served in restaurants not only on São Jorge (such as Fornos de Lava) but also on the other Azorean islands and mainland Portugal as well.
Many of the signature sights on Graciosa provide a dramatic education into the island’s volcanic origins.
Almost 200 steps spiral down into Furna do Enxofre, a lava cave of an active volcano. It’s unsettling to find out that, before this stairway was constructed, locals lowered themselves down with ropes to access drinking water for their cattle.
The sight at the bottom is surreal. In contrast to the lake at the base brimming with cold rainwater, the cave’s air is saturated with the smell of sulfur, and mud fumaroles bubble and boil at 180 F (82 C). Sunlight pours in through oculi in the ceiling, revealing yellow crystals shining on the boulder-riddled slopes.
In the spa village of Carapacho, geothermal energy is used to heat soaking pools at Termas do Carapacho resort, which offers numerous treatments, including a hot stone massage that relies on the island’s volcanic rocks.
While Pico’s black basalt gives that island the appearance of black and white brushstrokes, Terceira in many ways uses a Crayola crayon palette.
Colorful facades front the streets in the capital, Angra do Heroismo, and shockingly painted – even violet-hued – imperios (chapels), sprinkle the verdant landscape.