So tonight is my last night of sleeping on the floor.  Normally that would seem like a pretty decent thing to get past you, but tomorrow I sleep sitting up on a train.  We all know how well I sleep on moving objects, so I figure maybe its just a really decent time to pull an all nighter and finish whatever book I decide to start in the next couple of hours.

Yesterday we went to Cascais which is a beach just northwest of the city, or at least I believe its northwest, I get all sorts of turned around on the subway.  Either way it had by far the best sand I have ever seen/felt in my entire life.  I am actually thinking about importing some to the states to make a bed out of.  By far, softer than at least my bed at school, maybe not at home.  I got a nice little sun burn and will add to it in a moment when I sit by the pool for the next couple of hours.  Wow life in Lisbon has been tough.  Tomorrow though, 4pm train from here to Paris.  21 hours of travel in all.  Living hell I believe.  Either way, Saturday night I will be back in Paris finally.  I can hardly wait, except for the fact that it means my trip is coming to a close.  There are things I miss from home but not nearly as badly as the things I will miss from Europe.  Some travel with you, some just become memories, I guess thats what pictures and stories are for.