Our fifth day in Portugal was pretty low key as it was our last and we were flying out to Barcelona. We packed our bags and prepared for the next leg of our adventure. I honestly was pretty amped but really didn't want to leave Portugal. Lisbon was incredible and Cascais was possibly the most beautiful place I have ever seen.
Some how we managed to cram everything back into our bags and lug them out to the curb to wait for the taxi. We went out to the street and zooming up the street came the 90s style white Mercedes that we had become accustomed to a our taxis. Luckily this one didn't smell to bad. Our cabby dropped us off at the train station just in time to catch the quickest train into Lisbon. It was another gorgeous day. The sun was beaming, nice breeze, 80 degrees and not a cloud in the sky.
Kimbo and I really had no clue how we were to get to the train station. We guessed that we could take a taxi there as there was no metro line that went that far. All I knew was that I didn't want to get stuck on a bus for hours. We made our way through the maze that was the main train station. We walked out of the station into a line of people and an even larger line of taxis. It was kind of an eeny meany miny moe situation and we through our bags into the trunk and jumped in. Twenty minutes later driving through the industrial side of the city we were dropped off directly in front of the terminal. It was smooth sailing...that is until we boarded the plane and realized that there was some sort of Portuguese sports team on board. The entire few hour flight they shouted "Sporting Portugal" over and over and over again. Ugh. It was funny at first seeing them wave their signs, banners and scarves and then it got to be a bit much. Oh well, pretty interesting nonetheless.
We finally made it to Barcelona.
Some how we managed to cram everything back into our bags and lug them out to the curb to wait for the taxi. We went out to the street and zooming up the street came the 90s style white Mercedes that we had become accustomed to a our taxis. Luckily this one didn't smell to bad. Our cabby dropped us off at the train station just in time to catch the quickest train into Lisbon. It was another gorgeous day. The sun was beaming, nice breeze, 80 degrees and not a cloud in the sky.
Kimbo and I really had no clue how we were to get to the train station. We guessed that we could take a taxi there as there was no metro line that went that far. All I knew was that I didn't want to get stuck on a bus for hours. We made our way through the maze that was the main train station. We walked out of the station into a line of people and an even larger line of taxis. It was kind of an eeny meany miny moe situation and we through our bags into the trunk and jumped in. Twenty minutes later driving through the industrial side of the city we were dropped off directly in front of the terminal. It was smooth sailing...that is until we boarded the plane and realized that there was some sort of Portuguese sports team on board. The entire few hour flight they shouted "Sporting Portugal" over and over and over again. Ugh. It was funny at first seeing them wave their signs, banners and scarves and then it got to be a bit much. Oh well, pretty interesting nonetheless.
We finally made it to Barcelona.
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