Low moon over Lisbon

I took the train from Porto to Lisbon last Tuesday (today is Saturday) and as I was cluelessly getting off the train, I spied three young guys with backpacks. I asked if they were going to a hostel (I had no idea where to go nor how to get anywhere) and they said that they were booked into the top rated hostel in Lisbon and I could come with them. So we piled into a cab and were quickly at the reception desk of "Home" hostel. I signed in too. It looked very nice. ......It's a party hostel. A lovely bunch of 20-somethings goes out on pub crawls starting at 11 pm and then returns to the rooms for wardrobe changes and finally falls into bed between  3 and 5 a.m. I, on the other hand, am still on camino routine (and it's really what I do anyway) and like to go to bed well before midnight and read. So it's been many days since I've had a proper sleep. Lisbon is very nice. It suffered a 9.2 nine minute earthquake in 1755 and most buildings collapsed. It happened on All Saints Day so many candles had been lit and caused raging fires. Not enough yet, a tsunami swept over the city. So a lot of the city is "new". I learned a lot about their sea-faring, conquests, wealth from Brazilian gold... I tried their custard tarts (groan) and Sagres beer. I went to Sintra, the summer palace of the Royals. And then I took the night bus to Sevilla. As the bus drove out of Lisbon over a very long bridge over the wide Tejo River, a crescent moon hang low in the sky. By early morning I had arrived in Sevilla. In Lisbon, I seethed over short sleeps with many interruptions. On the bus I rejoiced in patches of sleep with some interruptions. Both situations probably netted me the same amount of sleep but when I expected something that I didn't get, I was pretty cranky. When I got the same thing but expected less, I was quite pleased. How many times do I have to remind myself that having no expectations leads to no disappointment? Anyway, getting off the bus in Sevilla at 5:30, two other backpackers were heading to a hostel so I tagged along and we walked the streets in the early light. One of the backpackers I'd walked a short way with on the camino. So now I'm signed into the hostel, have done a walking tour, have showered and done hand-laundry, and caught up in my journal. I plan to go to bed soon and read because I am pretty sure that this is a party hostel too! So tomorrow I will hunt down a little hotel and splurge.