We’re on the bus back to Lisbon and I’m a little sad about traveling back home. I am savoring every minute here, which translated to me seeking alternative options to Lisbon, the train, but decided otherwise. Not wanting to leave, coupled with the anxiety of travelling, makes it difficult to be cool, calm and collected. For instance, I’m sure my bags on are the right bus, this bus, but you never really know.
Before leaving I stopped at the grocery store to stock up on baked goods and butter, pictured above. I also got some table salt, which said it was originated in Portugal, but I’m never quite sure.
There was a redhead in the line in front of me, she put her bags with mine. I followed my classmates to the bus side, then she cut in front of me. I hope my bags are on this bus.
While walking around yesterday, I was exposed to some colors I loved. The green hedge, yellow wall and grey posts are an amazing color combination. The pink walls and terra cotta tile was intense. The white door and classic blue/yellow tile is beautiful. The train tracks are grey and bland. I wonder if we could beautify the train tracks to make them popular. The bus is a very vibrant yellow, but is still a car in the highway. A train is much more efficient, is smoother, and is an alternative — which is important in and of itself.
Chadd G Hippensteel 