Pardon our manners – we left in such a hurry that we didn’t even get to say bye! We’ve been travelling for about 11 days now and we’re spending Christmas in Lisbon where we arrived this evening and spent some time wandering the streets in the dark looking for something – anything – to eat. What we didn’t know was that Christmas Eve supper is one of the most sacred meals of the year and even McDonald’s shuts down so that everyone can go home to eat with their families. We finally stumbled upon a very odd restaurant/bar where, unable to speak any Portuguese, we accidentally ordered a plate of assorted cold cuts and pickles with potato salad. Looking with envy over at someone (who clearly was more able to navigate the menu) else’s thick, juicy burger on a tall brioche bun with fresh-cut fries and a Coke, and also thinking about the amazing Christmas meals that the Siu and Reesor-McDowell families will be sitting down to today and tomorrow (sans us), I couldn’t help but smile. Because even though I was sitting in a strange bar in a foreign city eating bologna on Christmas Eve, I was sitting next to Allan – and it felt like home. Merry Christmas to you and yours.