My
last full day in Portugal was also the last day of my trip. On the morning of the 9th I didn't do anything more exciting than take the train to the airport. After an extensive grilling by a security agent before I was even allowed to check my bag I made it on board my flight to Newark with no hassle whatsoever.
One brief moment of excitement was that I had paid for extra leg room on both of the trans-Atlantic flights. On my flight to Europe
a month earlier this expenditure didn't seem to make any difference, but on my flight back home I got my money's worth. You know how there is sometimes a row of seats right next to the door that has no wall by them or anything? I was in that row. I had 4-5 feet of space in front of me. Hallelujah!
At Newark, I breezed through customs and exchanged my few remaining Euros for dollars. One brief layover later I was in the air to Cleveland. Tomorrow I would be picking up Tulip and getting embroiled in her
cancer scare, but the rest of the day was devoted to recovery.
Next time, a few summarized thoughts and this whole things comes to a conclusion. I'm next eligible for a
sabbatical in 2019 (I think) so I've got some time to plan the next one.
This article was pre-recorded; I am away from the internet.