Trail of Tides, Part 3: How I Ended Up Alone at a Beach Bar When Everyone Else Stayed on the Bus
I had promised myself a gentle final morning in Lisbon. A leisurely breakfast, a walk through the old town, perhaps the Gulbenkian Museum if time allowed, and then a calm afternoon bus south to Porto Covo, where I would have dinner and stay for the night. This was the plan. It was a good plan. By seven in the morning, I had already abandoned it and repl…
