When I walked into São Bento, I was hypnotized.

I was so taken with it, I nearly blew off my plans for the next few days to buy a train ticket.

It would mean I’d have to change a flight. Switch a hostel reservation. But there was something so incredibly appealing, attractive, about spending the next week cruising down the coast.

Could I make it to Lisbon by six?

I was en route to find my tile at Azulmarmol, so I did not purchase a ticket.

But the drifty whispers of, “just go” followed me down the block.

10/10 tourists frantically checking the train departure times.