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Lagos to Lisbon Train: Last Day Together Before Cambodia The alarm cut through the darkness at 6 AM, pulling me out of sleep that felt too short after yesterday's wine tour through the Algarve mountains. My body wanted more rest, but my mind was already churning. Not from wine – we'd paced ourselves well enough – but from the reality sitting heavy in my chest: this trip was wrapping up. I headed upstairs to the Lagos Dream B&B kitchen while my sister got ready. The coffee percolated with that familiar gurgling sound that's become the soundtrack to countless mornings on the road. Standing there in the quiet, watching dark liquid drip into the pot, the weight of it hit me properly. Tomorrow I'd be on a plane to Cambodia for seven months. She'd be flying back to the United States, back to her normal life. The Week That Mattered Over the last week, something had shifted. We'd always been siblings – you can't escape that bond – but hiking the Fisherman's Trail together, surviving sand dunes and blisters, celebrating with wine tours and rooftop dinners, even our occasional squabbles about which way the trail marker pointed or whose turn it…