Didn’t sleep much last night, maybe jet lag.
Up before 7.
Eat, pack, get train ready.
Walk to Praca before calling Uber. Big green taxi pulled up, emptied out and in we went. About 10 minutes to the station Santa Apolonia. Cynthia was already there. Hung out until 9:00 then board our train to Porto.
Left 9:30
Bathroom on board.. It’s a button flush on the floor, so close to the toilet that it is under foot when sitting so flushes while peeing. I guess that’s efficient.
The most excitement on the trip was being entertained by everyone looking for their seat. Mostly people were in the wrong car. No one knew how to read the ticket for car number.
I had a big negotiation with an American woman to change seats with Tina and Evany so they could sit near us. We were just about to execute our seat swap when her family discovered they were supposed to be in car 81 not 11. One car back.
My first fall and hopefully only fall stepping off the curb to get the taxi at the train station. There was a little ditch. I landed pon my hip and my elbow.
Walked across lower bridge, back on upper bridge
Stopped for tea/hot drink at Doces Conventuais de Arouca
Birthing stone pastry of rye from arouca am hour from here. Stones break off big stone.