Portugal, Part II

I am sitting on an EVA bus, Faro to Lisboa. This trip has come full circle: we are back in Portugal. We went from home to Portugal to Spain to Morocco to Spain to Portugal, and in a couple days we will make the last trek of the trip through a flight from Lisboa to Boston. This is the last bus ride of the trip - a trip that has featured countless busses, car rides, and trains. I wondered this morning how many hours we have spent in busses over the course of the last 3 months, and I actually don't think I want to know. 

View from the EVA bus.

That's all I have for now. I'm not going to write a long reflective post (not now anyway) because I think the content of my trip, some of which has been conveyed in blog posts, is not something that deserves to be condensed into a few sentences or paragraphs and summarized with a few solidary adjectives; each individual part, and especially the travel as a whole, is much more complex than a few words - as with every experience. 

And for now, I'm going to enjoy my last few hours in Portugal by eating the world's best bread with my favorite cheese on the Iberian peninsula, drinking wine and coffee for half of what it cost in Spain, and trying to reconfigure my language skills to avoid the mistake I just made in response to the bus attendant ("Obrigada," not "Gracias").