Wednesday, January 10. We landed in Ponta Del Gata in the Azores, in what seemed like the middle of the night, then had to get off the plane, go through customs, then get back on the plane to fly to Lisbon, Portugal, where I had to go through customs once again. During my 13 hour layover in Lisbon I was trying to decide whether I would have enough time to get into the city, but I was so tired by this time that it didn’t even seem very appealing, especially since I’d been there on my European tour. But I wouldn’t have been able to do it anyway because I needed to straighten out a lot of logistical things, some with Damian, some with Jamal. Among them, we’d had to cancel my original hotel in Praia, Cape Verde when I was supposed to be there the night before and we’d missed the deadline for cancellation. But Damian managed to get the hotel to just bump it up one night. Between that and more flight nonsense, that ate up almost 4 hours, and after I ate lunch I was doubly exhausted. The best I could do was walk out of the airport with my backpack and stroll around the airport outside. I tried to find a place to take a nap, but all their bed-like things were occupied. By this time I had used up all my reserves, so I had no choice but to lay on the hard floor and try to catch a nap, which I did for about an hour. My aching old bones! I’m getting too old for this kind of thing. Reminds me of when I was a teenager and in my 20s. Got on the plane about 9:30 PM. Four hours to Praia, on probably the most cramped plane I’ve been on yet and the seats would not even recline—and this was a new plane! That is cruel and unusual punishment. No sleep again.