In Seville, that is. Yay! It was a very strange drive… For the six hours it took us, it didn’t feel like we made much progress. I kept seeing signs for Faro, which is only 60km from Lagos, well into our trip. It felt like driving to Edmonton from Calgary but seeing signs for Airdrie the first 4 hours. It was definitely the milk run today
We’ve just checked into our hostel (very nice) and are finally able to have the first shower of the day. Then it’s off to practice our Spanish… I hope Jord remembers more than “two beers please”… Lol…
Only a few short hours left on the mainland now… Our London flight leaves at 9:30 tomorrow night. Crap, it really is coming to an end. Noooooooooooo!!!

I think I’m the first person awake in the entire hostel today… this is the first time it’s been quiet in 3 days! Jord and I are heading to the beach for some last minute sun, then grabbing our packs (and a bottle of port each – yum!) and heading to the bus station. Good thing Jord decided to check our London flight details yesterday; we fly out of Seville, not Lisbon. That could have been all kinds of fun: walking around Lisbon for the day, spending the night, going to the airport, freaking out, trying to find a new flight, flushing more money down the toilet… woo!
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