More Willie

“Você tem um minuto.” These were the last words that the ticket seller spoke to us as we were rushing to catch our train. You see, even though we had the train schedule, the multiple stops at different bakeries and cafes along the way slowed down our pace considerably. Not to mention being stopped by the metro police because Diego’s metro card didn’t validate properly. Oops. But I digress. We made it to the station and to an open ticket counter. The man looked at us like we were ridiculous, which is quite true, and told us that they only had availability in first class. Done. We’re ballers. Give us our tickets. “You have one minute.”

We hauled ass in every sense of the word. With suitcases flying wildly at our sides, we bounded down a flight of stairs frantically looking for line eight. Of course it happened to be the last track. Out of my way kids! And back up another flight of stairs, taking it three or four steps at a time. I think I slightly blacked out at this point, but all I know is that I’m now in a first class cabin in a train bound for city number three in “Diego and Willie Do Portugal.” We got drinks coming and the adrenaline of the chase is wearing off, which means it’s almost time again for my normal train activities: sleeping, drooling, and embarrassing myself.