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allthingseurope · 9 months
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Funchal, Madeira, Portugal
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thedailymobile · 7 months
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“Moon Over Madeira”
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mellygregs · 9 months
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Library of Wine.
Blandy’s, Funchal, Madeira.
July 2023.
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paletastik · 8 months
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eopederson · 1 month
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Funchal, Madeira, 2019.
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kelphiepx · 1 year
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I know where I’d rather be spending my Monday morning 😍 The tropical gardens of Monte Palace are a must see if you’re in Funchal • • #madeira #montepalacemadeira #visitmadeira #visitportugal #photography #opticalwander #madeiraisland #funchal #tropicalgardens #montepalace #travel #travelphotography #sony #sonyalpha #a7riii #tamron #tamron2875 #ukshooters #ukphotographer #discoverunder5k #tropical #island #gardens (at Monte Palace Madeira) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpcMKMID-d9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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“Please, stop crying.”
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(Young) Ronaldo x Reader angst
Background: Y/n and Ronaldo have been dating for about four years, and the two have just found out that Ronaldo is joining Sporting CP, in Lisbon, Portugal.
I remember holding Cristiano’s hand as we walked down the beach of Funchal. It felt like something out of a movie, the sunset in the background cast an orange glow across his tan skin, as the waves crashed against the sand. The feeling of his hands in mine was perfect, I had never felt so in love, it was one of those moments that I would dream about as a little girl. The sun was beating down on my skin, and I loved it. Being there with him was all I needed, and nothing could have prepared me for what I was to be told later. Him and I sat our things down on the sand once we found a secluded area to hang out, and as I undressed to reveal my swimsuit, I felt his eyes scan my body. When I looked over at him, I expected to be met with sly grin and wink, but I only saw a smile with sad eyes. I walked toward Cristiano and grabbed his hand before pulling him into the salty water and tumbling over. After coming up for air, we looked at each other, and laughed. He swam towards me and grabbed my waist, before lifting me up to kiss me. I wrapped my hands around his neck to hold on to him. The kiss lasted a few seconds, before he tossed me into the water, we always played around with each other. I believe that he was not only my soulmate, but also my best friend. When we met, we were both thirteen, we were friends for about a year, when he he finally asked me out. He never went to high school with me, for he sort of dropped out when he was younger. However, I won’t lie, I loved the time we were able to spend together. Once I came up for air, I attacked him and dragged him underwater. He came up for air and shook his hair before smiling at me. He brought me upon his shoulders, then tossed me off. We continued to play in the water for a while, until we trudged slowly out of the ocean. We sat down on the beach, and watched as the sun lowered into the horizon. After a few minutes of silence, Cristiano began: “There’s something I need to tell you, y/n” I looked down at my legs, covered in sand, then back at him. “What’s up?” I asked. Cristiano did not waste anytime to sugarcoat it, he bluntly said:
“I’m leaving Funchal.” He paused, looked at the ground, and back at me. I was confused, so I asked him, “Where are you going? And why?” He then reached for my hand and stroked my palm, “I’ll be moving to Lisbon in about a week, I’m joining a football club over there.”
“Oh, well, good job Cristiano.” I bitterly muttered. I truly was happy for him, but my first love was moving across the country, and leaving the island we lived on. I truly didn’t know what to say. I knew how badly he wanted this, Cristiano worked so hard to become the athlete that he is, but I hated the thought of letting him go.
“Would you come with me?” He asked, interrupting my thoughts. I looked at the setting sun, then into his brown eyes, before back down. “You know I can’t do that.” I mumbled. I had to take care of my family, I was working to provide for them, I couldn’t just leave them behind.
“Please, y/n, I’d make sure your family was alright. I’d send money, you could visit all the time-” he begged, I didn’t know what to do, I knew he loved football, and I knew he loved me. However, I refused to let him chose me over his dream. “Please, I need you to forget about me.” I demanded. I know he would be devastated if I don’t go with him, but it just wouldn’t work out. “You and I both know that I can’t go, so please, stop trying to make it work.” I insisted.
I hated using that harsh tone, I knew Cristiano was only trying to do what he thought would make us both happy, but I figured the best way to get him to forget about me was to be a little cold. I looked over to the side, for I couldn’t look at him anymore. I was ashamed.
I heard a stifle of a sob, and I couldn’t help myself. He never cried, except for around me. When he cried, he would lay his head in my lap, as I stroked his hair and wiped his tears. He would always be so vulnerable to me in those moments, and now he would have to deal with that, alone. “Please, don’t cry.” I said, as tears welled up in my eyes. I pulled him into an embrace, as he sobbed on my shoulders.
“I don’t want to leave you, y/n.” He whined, but I knew he had to. “Football is your dream, think about how you could help your family,” I attempted to reassure him. “I will love you no matter what you do, but I hope you know, that as I’ve grown up with you, I’ve seen how you feel about this sport. You pit in hours every week, and it will have all been for nothing if you stay. You need to leave me behind.”
“I’ll always love you, y/n.” He croaked, “I think I’ll miss you forever.”
“I know, but you’ll forget about me one day. You’ll be successful, happy, and wealthy, and when I see you on tv, I will smile at the thought of you.” I said, as I cling to his arm. “And who knows? Maybe things could work out, but right now, you need to chase your dreams.” “I’ll come visit you y/n, as much as possible.” He whimpered. “Okay,” I said, “I love you.” He then pulled me into his lap, wrapped his hands around my waist, and rocked side to side. I don’t know how long we sat on the beach, but it wasn’t long enough. “Five more minutes” I would silently pray when I thought he was considering going home, but I guess he thought the same thing. He was my first love, and I will never forget the impact he had on me.
A/n: I feel like the ending sucked😭 I’m so sorry
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worstjourney · 1 year
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Putting the FUN in Funchal!
Have a nice little holiday in Edwardian Madeira in my graphic adaptation of The Worst Journey in the World, out 24 November in the UK.
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Autor não Identificado, Sir Winston Churchill, Câmara de Lobos, Funchal, Madeira, Portugal, 1950 https://cultura.madeira.gov.pt/olhares-sobre-o-passado/1632-visita-à-madeira-de-sir-winston-churchill.html
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allthingseurope · 1 year
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Jardim Botanico, Funchal, Madeira (by Stewart Lacey)
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thedailymobile · 7 months
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“Mercado Art Deco”
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mellygregs · 9 months
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Tomorrow’s promise.
Funchal, Madeira.
July 2023.
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sheltiechicago · 8 months
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Funchal, Portugal
Azura and Aidanova ships are seen at the port with the view of Christmas city lights in Madeira. Portugal’s Madeira is an archipelago comprising four islands off the north-west coast of Africa and a popular Christmas and New Year’s Eve celebration destination
Photograph: Octávio Passos/Getty Images
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haveyoubeentothiscity · 2 months
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Population: 105,795
The submitter commented, “Although politically, they are part of Portugal, the Madeira Islands are closer to Africa than Europe! Funchal (the capital) is the 6th largest city in Portugal.”
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Monte Toboggan sledge in Funchal, Madeira, Portugal
Portuguese vintage postcard, mailed to Marseille, France
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travelella · 11 days
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Funchal, Portugal
Martha Dominguez de Gouveia
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