It seems that the Madeirans become a little crazy about Christmas festivities. The cities are full of lights, music for the occasion and of course giant cribs.
Arriving in Madeira was a welcome to the tropic and joy in the middle of the European winter. I have stayed in Machico, a village far from the noise and populated with white houses with terracotta roofs. The apasibity of the place envelops me and invites me to an inner travel impregnated with blue sky and semi-deserts flowers.