It was after midnight when our train pulled into the station just beyond the outskirts of town. Why a train station outside of town? It was late and we were in Portugal. Little made sense. The few passengers who got off at the station dispersed into the dark and only my traveling companion and I were left. The station was closing and they shooed us away. But where to go? The buses had stopped running for the day. There was not a hotel nor a hostel anywhere near. No all-night cafe. Nothing. This was the big middle-of-nowhere.