Como Voc Diz “Mucinex”?

If you’re wondering how trip is going, I just blew shrapnel off my phone from a baguette that was roughly 50 cents for an unlawful amount of deliciousness.

Porto, Portugal is filled with bright colors, steep hills, and more glorious architecture. We took a bus from Santiago De Compostela to the airport here. We caught an uber with only a slight amount of frustration as we learned the airport has levels. Fernando was pissed at us, but by the time the 16 mile death defying ride was over, he came around enough to tip us off to must see sights, the clock tower, the train station, and the “most beautiful McDonald’s in the world.”

We paid $28/per person for lodging and breakfast in an incredible location. Before this trip, we’ve never stayed in hostels before. As of last night, we’ve now stayed in 7. I guess our number was up for stays without complication.

Firstly, Brian was essentially bullied into sleeping on the top bunk by a well intended Korean man via google translate. His wife was on their bottom bunk presumably as an act of protection because at some point some woman fell off a top bunk and was seriously injured. As best I could tell, the woman was on maybe some reality show but he seemed genuinely worried about lady top bunk safety.

If you don’t know, Brian is afraid of heights which is always hilarious because at 6’4”, he is a height. But he didn’t want to offend our roommates by putting my life at risk. It wasn’t worth the argument with the kindly gentleman that I’m far more likely to die by the collapse of the a non-osha approved bunk bed.

None of this tainted our experience at all though.

But then came mucus man. The dorm had 3 bunk beds on the bed nearest me was a man who non stop through the night repeatedly choked on his own mucus and intermittently stopped breathing only to follow up with fiercely loud gasps.

On the upside, this certainly helped me get up early and get moving.

We walked over 6 miles wandering around our location. Up each hill and around each corner would be some previously unseen amazingness. Fernando steered up well. We absolutely ate at the world’s most beautiful McDonalds. Worth it! We also found ourselves at a mass again. It was maybe in Portuguese. Then we headed back to the hostel to retrieve our packs and so I could use the free WiFi to secure a room for the night. The room from which I’m typing now. Across from the bath room that just. For. Us.

We’ve earned some stripes as Hostel inhabitants, but tomorrow’s flight goes out at 0’ dark thirty and we don’t need miss our flight because we were worried mucus man stopped breathing.

Adeus, Porto!

Obrigado por ler!