Still reeling from the best wedding we could have dreamed of, it was a little surreal that we were actually leaving on our honeymoon and heading to Portugal for almost three weeks. We boarded out first flight, to London, and settled in for our eight hour flight. We were able to get early honeymoon boarding (not really, we used our Alaska airlines status) and for a few minutes had the section of the plane to ourselves.
The flight wasn't exactly the best start to our honeymoon. The man sitting behind us had several panic attacks throughout the flight, which consisted of talking loudly (screaming), hitting the back of the seat, and grabbing Dave's shoulder. He was loaded on a wheelchair and it sounded like he recently had eye surgery and couldn't speak english. We were pretty grateful to get off the plane and were ready for a meal and a beer. Our flight from Heathrow to Lisbon was delayed so we had an extended stay in Heathrow. Things started looking up as we boarded the flight to Lisbon with about 20 Portuguese rugby players (sorry, missed a photo of that).
After the flight, relatively brief wait in the customs line, and short taxi ride, we were thankful to finally arrive at our Lisbon home in the Chiado neighborhood. After grabbing a bite to eat and drinking more beer, we took a brief stroll around the hood before passing out for a 10 hr snooze.
