We spent the evening in Praia da Rocha again, where we drank and danced until the early hours of the following morning.
Ryan and I were aware of how little time we had left together, and we tried not to let it get us down, but it was tough. Hugh had managed to get the same flight home as Gwen and I, and we were leaving on Saturday morning. Ryan and Brad were flying back to the States on Sunday via a stop in Lisbon. It was such an awful thought, so I kept trying to push it to the back of my mind, but occasionally it would spring back and smack me in the face.
Thursday we spent by the pool at the hotel with Brad, Hugh and Gwen, but we soon came to realise that we needed some time to ourselves, so Ryan had a word with Brad and explained. Of course, he understood and stayed with Gwen and Hug
