Day #1 "Cool dance moves"

I've been wanting to visit Spain & Portugal for a long time now. So I did it.

I booked my trip. I waited 100+ days and it's finally here. I decided to wake up at 5:30 in the A.M. so that I would have a better chance of sleeping on the plane (more on that in a bit). In true Pam fashion (doing things that make no sense) I watched Taken 2 before my flight. Frankly's response: Just remember, I'm not Liam Neeson. I can't do those things.

Fast forward to the airport. My Dad walks me to security, as is tradition, and we part ways. As soon as I turn my back, waterworks. Tears streaming down my face, I join the line. Freak. 

After checkpoint, I head over to my gate. As I walk, I hear, "security to gate 65." That's. My. Gate. Great. I'm gonna assume everything turned out fine because everything turned out fine. 

I people watch like a creep paying particular attention to the hot men speaking everything but English. When then I spot him. A man walking-NO- dancing, towards me. He's got his earbuds in and he doesn't care who's watching. He's been bit by the dancing bug. We lock eyes and I smile. Then just like that, he's gone. ... Until he comes back! Dancing again. This time a wink. Swoon! I think my Gene Kelly is gone for good and then oh hey, he's sitting right across from me. He smiles. I speak. "Cool dance moves." (I loathe you, Pam) I never saw him again after that but his memory lives on. 

Long flight. Free wine (score!) We're the Millers (double score!!) Oh yeah and no sleep. I arrive in Lisbon :)