So this was in Lisbon, two summers ago. I was on the night bus home, half asleep, and the driver stops in the middle of nowhere, turns the lights off, and just gets out. Everyone is looking at each other, five minutes, Ten. Then he comes back with a paper bag of warm pastes de nata from a bakery that was just opening, hands one to every single passenger, and drives on without a word. Nobody said anything. We just ate. Best bus ride of my life.