I was not expecting things to go smoothly for this trip, in part because I was 5 for 5 delayed/missed flights in the past month, and in part because any trip with 3 legs is bound to have something go wrong. And, because any confirmation number that spells EFDLAY, is sure to be cursed.
48 hours after departing Wichita, overnighting in DFW, transiting Barcelona instead of Madrid, we arrived in sunny Porto Portugal. Tired, but excited to explore.
First views of Porto from the airplane
We walked a few blocks around our apartment looking for the grocery store our host mentioned. Only little mom and pop stores with 3 choices of cereal and shelf stable milk. We managed to get some pasta and pasta sauce with some wonderful fresh rolls from a bakery. Dinner was adequate, we were ready for early bed so we could hit the road first thing in the morning.
Had to laugh at the "severe weather" warning of high temps to 75 when we're hitting 95 in Wichita. Granted, we have AC, but still, 75 is lovely.
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