Dad takes us to Max and Erma's for a round. Goodbyes hurt but are necessary. It lets you know how much you want the choice you made.
Once I hit Lisbon, the adventure started. Didn't think my bike made it but it turns out there's a "belt" (aka baggage claim area) for larger items. After a little panicking, I found my bike there.
Not having an immediate connection to the interwebs is going to take some getting used to. Not knowing how to get to your temporary home (Airbnb) is a terrible feeling, especially after a 17-hour travel time. TIP: save an offline Google map, thanks, Adams. Finally got on my bike and coasted to the coast. Absolute freedom.
The hills here are no joke, something they don't tell you in the guidebooks. At 5:30 p.m., I arrived at my Airbnb, 152 Rua Da Verónica. I wasn't able to get a hold of my host. The door was locked, and there was no way to get in, so I used a trick that has never failed, just hit every button until someone answers.
The man that answered was now my best friend in Lisboa. Two Miguels who both have Airbnb. WTF. My new best friend calls both. He refused money. The real Miguel came around 7 p.m. As I waited my new friend invited me in where his wife was enjoying snails. He asked me to sit down and immediately went into hospitality mode. He encouraged me to keep drinking the sangria. I had no problem doing that considering the travel and ride uphill to my apartment. Snails were tasty. Steamed, sitting in olive oil and salt.
11 p.m. in Lisboa. Currently looking for a drink and a quick decision, and am leaning towards bed because I'm beat.
This port ain't half bad.
Unboxing w/ local Lisbon street performer playing Fado.