We missed our plane. I have never, in my life missed a flight because of any circumstances within my control. I had told everyone the wrong time–being the trusting (or maybe slightly lazy) people they are, no one double-checked me. I said the flight was leaving at 9:50 a.m., but really it was leaving at 9:20 a.m. The problem goes beyond that, and the fact we had been running slightly late.
Apparently, according to the Lisbon Airport all flight gates close one-hour before the flight. This is a policy I have never heard of. After far too long in line, we discovered the next flight wasn’t until 8 am. the following morning. Luckily, (despite the fact that I entirely blamed myself for this whole debacle) no one blamed me for this inconvenient turn of events.
Well, this gave us one more day in Lisbon, so we made the best of it. I wandered around the city taking photographs for a couple of hours, while my husband read at an outdoor cafe. The girls and I did a little shopping, we enjoyed drinks at this funky little bar in a square by the ocean. And of course–we had dinner at the amazing Indian restaurant again. Why not? It will be a long time before we are able to have any sort of non- Portugese ethnic cuisine.