I’ve just arrived in Sintra. I’m sitting at a little desk right under a wide open window. I watch a truck negotiate the hairpin curve at the end of the street. Birds sing. The breeze that rustles the trees around sometimes reaches me.
It’s all ridiculously pleasant.
I’m blissed out and just want to continue to sit here, looking out the window and watchong the tourists up on the patio up at the National Palace, but I’m getting hungry, so I’d better get this written and get going.
So far I’ve learned a few things on this trip:
1. Solo travel is awesome. All the fear I felt before I left is totally gone.
2. Pack as little as possible, then take everything out and leave it at home. Except the passport and the money. Despite trying my best to pack right, I have waaaaay too much stuff and my bag is heavy and fat and ridiculous. I plan to dump most of its contents before I leave the hostel.
3. Learning how to ask questions in a foreign language (Quanto costa? Onde fica o banheiro?) is useless if you do not have enough of a grasp of the language to understand the answer. The only correct question is “Fala inglês?”