We made it

In spite of the previous day’s craziness, everything went off without a hitch on our second attempt to Portugal. Although, as I write this I cannot tell whether or not I am experiencing extreme jet lag, or an extreme hangover. Despite walking in to our Chicago-Dublin flight with a very responsible plan to take melatonin and pass out immediately and maximize sleep time, Niko and I decided to get drunk. We ordered a glass of champagne and then the refills just kept coming and coming and coming. Our flight attendant was a bubbly, kind, man from Dublin who kept egging us on, walking by every couple of minutes with the bottle in hand to top us off as soon as we took a sip. So, needless to say we are on the hurts a little, with only 2 hours of sleep under our belts. We arrived to Aljezur, where our Airbnb is without much stress. However, when we went to find food, we were met with closed signs

on all of the storefronts. Getting rather hungry, Niko and I settled on a beer and a pastry to fill our stomachs before the restaurant opened for dinner. Although it did little to quell our hunger, it definitely lifted our tired spirits! After our proper dinner, we went back to our Airbnb to sleep off the day