I stare into the deep blue water. I can feel the eyes on the back of my neck, daring me to jump, daring me to push myself farther than they would choose to go. I can feel a small audience form behind me, hesitant to step into the moment but more afraid to miss it, and I laugh. In my periphery I take note of the rocks and turtles forty feet below as they become frothed and opaque in the crashing surf. To jump successfully, I will need to clear eight feet of coral. This would be no problem if it weren't for the turtles. Rocks don’t move, and rocks don’t follow the surf.

I took the metro down to Barceloneta and started walking towards the sea. A head of me i could se the blue water and the sand. It was a little windy so you could feel the breez in your hair. I walked all the way down to the sand and looked out over the ocean. I was standing on the beach in Barcelona looking out over the sea. There were a lot of people around me, both in the sand and on the pathway. It was my first time ever going to the beach during the day. I was really impressed with the path that they had created a long the sea side.

Everyone has his favorite, talking about levadawalks and explorings at Madeira. I have walked some of them through more than 13 years. Here is two of my favorites - totally different from each other, but both with a spesific beauty you will remember for ever. Both my favorites you can walk without guid, with good shoes and a bottle with water. BUT: Take care, take time, take the silence.
For the preparence. Buy the book: Madeira car tours and walks, of: John & Pat Underwood. My reference is according to this book.