I really debated wether or not I should just skip writing about today, because I pretty much just skipped this day in general. I got home around 4am last night and had to wake up at 730 this morning to catch my bus. Yeah, that’s right, I’m the fucking genius who booked her bus back to Lisbon for 830 in the morning the day after Halloween. It was the worst bus ride, ever. It took five hours to get back… and somehow it only took 3 hours to get there. We drove through the mountains picking people up in little towns on the way. In case it hasn’t already occurred to you, driving through mountains means sharp corners, and lots of them. FOR FIVE HOURS. Oh, there was also no washroom on the bus. Huge perk!
I got back to my lovely hostel here in Lisbon (seriously I want to just move in here I love it so much). I went and got a hamburger for lunch (minus the bun – gluten free life), and I plan on doing diddly squat the rest of the evening. Except write about all of the nothing I will be doing these next few hours. Weeeoo!