Santa Maria feels like a place the world has not fully discovered yet. A small green jewel in the middle of the Atlantic. The island rolls with soft hills, sun-bleached fields and clusters of whitewashed houses that look almost Mediterranean. Its coastline is rugged and dramatic, shaped by ancient lava and endless wind, with hidden beaches that appear suddenly at the bottom of winding roads. Everything moves slower there. Cows grazing. Fishermen chatting on the harbour walls. Warm evenings stretching long past sunset. It is the kind of place that settles into you quietly, not with grand landmarks but with its simplicity, its stillness and its gentle, surprising beauty.
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