My family called me a few days before I was leaving to Spain and said they had changed some plans around. This always scares me coming from them, it could really be anything (i.e. canceling their trip to melbourne days before leaving!). For a second I thought they had decided to leave Spain to go back home and I would have to stay in Melbourne. My heart started pounding with anger but instead they were like…
“What do you think about Lisbon?”
“Yup, that’s they one!”
“I’ve never given much thought to it?”
And in the blink of an eye, or more like after a few days in Spain, we were on a 45 minute flight to Lisbon from Madrid.
When I’m traveling I like to walk around aimlessly most of the time, but since we only had 3 days in Portugal, we rented a car and just went for it. We went from Lisbon to Faro and back again, with a daily wake up call of 6am and heavy eyelids, an appetite of four large intimidating hot dog eating champions, an air of excitement to learn and explore, and absolutely no grace as we ran through the Lisbon airport pleading for the nice people at the closed check out counter to let us pass and made it to the gate just in time to catch the plane back to madrid. Only then did we finally let our tired eyes rest.
I’m only telling you this because I’m about to do a stream of posts about our time in Portugal; It’s been one of my favorite family trips we’ve done so far (it would have been first if my brother had been present). I think being so on-the-go in Portugal made it felt like a backpacking trip with my best friends is of a family vacation!