The flight to Lisbon, outside of being a tad late leaving Philly, was uneventful. Scooter and I were lucky enough to have an entire row to ourselves, all the better to watch the kooky couple across the aisle from. Aforementioned kooky couple were an elderly man and woman who also had the entire row to themselves, which was evidently just too much for Mr. Kooky to take - all the way until take-off, he kept switching his seat from the window to the middle to the window and back again (Mrs. Kooky was firmly planted in the aisle seat.) Perhaps he was prepping his legs for the long flight with some side-to-side stretches. Mrs. Kooky eclipsed her husband´s curious behavior, however, once the meals were served - she was so delighted by the US Airways repast placed before her that she ate the pat of Fleischmann´s butter provided right out of the aluminum foil, sans bread, in two delightful mouthfuls. She followed that with a chaser of dipping sauce, served into her discerning gullet via spoon. Mmm mmm good.
As for myself, I chose to skip the act of buttering my tongue, and upgraded my meal by purloining some first-class chocolates that were just hanging out on a tray near the first-class bathroom. Life in first-class is not only roomier, it is downright yummier!
Lisbon, thus far, is beautiful. It was about 78 degrees Fahrenheit, sunny, and dry when we landed. We made it to the hostel safely (although an accordian player who cleverly had his pet chiuahua clasp a change bucket in his mouth managed to "cute" (yes, that´s a verb now) Scooter into spending her first euro (picture is below). Alright, back to the hostel for me...I have to see if Scooter has slept off her jet lag yet...we have trouble to get into!
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