When we left off, we were sitting in the airport lounge waiting for our second attempt at getting to Lisbon. Honestly, the lounge was actually super nice and quiet, so we got a little work done and Kaylea managed to squeeze in a nap. About 40 minutes before boarding, Kaylea changed into pajamas with the full plan of immediately passing out the second we got into our seats. Which sounded great in theory. Except boarding was kind of a nightmare. Our gate was literally the very last gate in the terminal. Like a solid 20-minute speed walk from the lounge, and by the time we got there, the vibes were already bad. We had gotten rebooked into separate seats, and apparently half the plane had too because multiple people kept asking us if we’d switch seats so they could sit with their spouses. Somehow though, we lucked out. Another couple was in basically the exact same setup we were. Aaron was behind the husband and Kaylea was behind the wife, so we swapped seats with them and ended up sit...
We were supposed to wake up in Lisbon. Instead, we woke up near Dulles Airport with no luggage, no clean clothes, and a new mission: squeeze as much DC as possible out of one accidental layover day without missing our second chance at Portugal. The plan was simple. Get clean clothes. Find food. Hit the National Mall. See as much of DC as we could in the few hours we had. Then, most importantly, get to our flight on time. We were about ten minutes from the closest Target, forty minutes from DC, and ten minutes from the airport. Our flight wasn’t until 10:30 p.m., so technically, we had time. Then we woke up late. It had taken us a while to get settled the night before. We had to call our first hotel in Lisbon and let them know that, despite the fact that our flight had arrived on time, we had not arrived with it. Instead, we would be showing up the next day. By 9 a.m., we realized we'd probably be skipping breakfast in favor of making a quick Target run and maybe grab some snacks th...