Tuesday, 12 August, 2014
It is still Monday night back home.
But here...
The sun is shining now, marching up the streets, through the buildings.
The church dome glows brilliant white.
The jets fly through, the trolleys rumble by, and “Dia!” is spoken time after time.
One last cup of coffee, then another, at the café around the corner.
Obrigado. Thank you.
We pay the bill, pack up.
Obrigado.
Grab a taxi, half an hour to the airport, only €11.
Obrigado.
In line, through security, to the gate. We fly out at noon, a long long day, but because of the eight hour time change we will be in San Francisco at 9:30 PM this same night.
Obrigado, Portugal. It has been fun.