This morning I joined the Asian Rolling Backpack Coalition and moved my hurt butt to the airport. Yesterday, I did the arms good and walked from the Bus to the Metro and then up to Saldinha, where our hostel is. I like walking around Saldinha, it’s familiar and comfortable because we stayed here for 4Continue reading “Last day in Lisbon”

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.Continue reading “Bus, Bread, Architecture and Train Travel”

I’m at the Tavira grocery story with the locals and Yuta, my Japanese classmate. He wonders why the menus are not translated into Japanese. The salt here has to be good, to take home as souvenirs, and I’m going to try and get some here and now. Then, I’m hoping to get a train scheduleContinue reading “Day 8 ;”