Last day in Europe

Heather hadn't realised that Thursday was our last day, and as we had slowed the pace to that of an ageing tourtise, we suddenly had so many things to do and see before we left. It didn't help that we had already had a late and lazy start, although the serious job of repacking for the flight was done. So we headed off to the puppet museum. 

Wandered around a bit, then I started to feel unwell so headed back to Graca, where I spent the night projectile vomiting. Both a bit worried we would get on the plane the following day