This morning I hopped on a plane to Faro which I will be calling my temporary home town for the next six weeks, having accepted a volunteering job at a hostel.
The bus driver taking me from the airport into the city chose the radio station as he liked, cranking up the volume and tapping the steering wheel to the rhythm of the songs. How authentic, I thought, and not as stiff as one would expect a driver to behave. He is doing the best he can to have a great day.
So here is to new adventures, sleeping in a dorm (the third level of a bunk bed 🙈), meeting people in the common spaces, improving my Portuguese skills, taking time to myself and hopefully lots of sunshine!
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