Our drinking streak has come to and end

 Being home sounds so wonderful until the house is a mess!  I was soooo tired and cranky last night I could not fathom writing the last part of our trip.  Everything was testing my patience, including the child size fur balls lurking in every corner.  I’m starting to think Bodie wasn’t completely honest about how clean he left his apartment.  Hmmm.  On a positive note our flight was easy.  All the Lisbon internet shit was mostly right but we had fast track and were through in about 25 minutes with just a brief stop at security b/c they had to take apart my luggage b/c I took a very cool 🙄 large rock the size of a baseball and it flagged the machines.  After all the lovely lovely people of Lisbon the bag check lady was a bit of a turd.  She didn’t think it was funny like I did but to be fare the other people behind waiting to have their bags double searched weren’t amused either.  

We had about 2 hours to be in the lounge once we got all the way through then off to the very small, crowded boarding area where they checked our passports again and then put us in a smaller area. And this is where we saw a woman from Ross who lives off Kanan and is also retired. So our last moments in Portugal we saw someone we knew. Boarded a bus to the plane (apparently Lisbon is now too busy or small to deal with all the planes at a gate) got on and off we went.  Uneventful but long 12.5 hour flight.  We both slept about 2 hours which wasn’t enough. The food was ok but not enough.  I needed more snacks.  I am the snack queen. Thankfully I had some in my pack as well as some candy.  And for the last meal they stopped serving wine.  Boooo.  

Staying awake on the drive home was hard but marveling at the traffic - that we are normally so used to, but came to forget for a minute! - we arrived to be greeted by Bodie and the dogs. A weird, but loving crash back into reality.  

And here I sit on the couch with my coffee and iPad as if we were never there.  I woke up at 2:30, 4:30 and got up at 5:30.  I feel pretty good.  Kirk was up at 4:30.  

And our drinking every day for 26 days has come to an end.  We joke it will be hard to not have a bottle of wine at lunch but then again we aren’t having fresh fish, bread and cheese or black pork for lunch that we haven’t cooked in a charming alley framed by old buildings, hilarious Muzak, and people marveling we’re from Cali.