No place like "home"
I don't even want to tell the story.
So, I was stuck in Barcelona. Vale. Went first class to Madrid, which was mas o menos comfortable, except that my feet swelled up for some reason, probably for sitting in one place too long. The blood must have been tired of powering my enourmous brain. Isn't that grody though? That didn't even happen to me on my flight here to España. Anyway, that went okay. Then i got the the train Estacion in Madrid to wait 3 hours for my train to Salamanca. Talked to Tony on the phone for awhile, then killed time walking around Madrid a little bit. I only saw one thing, but it was good. I saw Plaza Castilla, which is a big intersection.. maybe the most important intersection in Madrid, with a fountain in the middle, 2 really interesting buildings on one side of it, and a sculpture/giant Sundial. Saw some people going at it there. They were really going at it. I couldn't let them deter me from looking at the sculpture though, so i sat down for awhile. They might have thought I was a pervert... So I went back to the station and waited patiently for my train to come. Finally it arrived and I got on the train with a euphoric feeling of future homecoming, when this lady came up and asked me "What seat are you in?" "11V," I said. "Me too," she said. How odd. So, then we sat there for awhile, not thinking about it, until I said, "Is everything the same on both our tickets?" She brought her ticket out again. Hmm. One of them has the wrong date... GUESS WHOSE! So they made me get off the train. Turns out the lady who sold me my return ticket in Madrid, booked me two tickets. 8/12 11:00pm - 8:00 am Barcelona - Madrid and 8/12 11:00 am - 1:30 pm. Hmm. something doesn't work here. OH, how can i go from Madrid to Salamanca when I haven't even left Barcelona yet?! So, I got off, feeling very frustrated, cause THIS time it wasn't my fault! now things are just going shitty. I started feeling sorry for myself and crying a little. "I don't get to have lunch with my family which means I have to pay for lunch, I'm never gonna get home to Salamanca, and I paid a lot of extra money for these stupid tickets that are just making me feel worse."
So I went to the customer service window, started crying harder because the woman was on the phone and I had time to rehearse what i was going to say in Spanish, which made it worse because it made me think how crappy my situation was. Then a security guy was like, "man, what happened?" and I said, "I'm just stressed out. My ticket is wrong." He said, "Don't worry about it, you'll change it and that's that. It's easy, don't stress!" So then I asked for a kleenex and went to the other ticket window to jump through the last hoop. I felt better once I started listening to my ipod. I just needed a diversion. 2 more hours left to kill, so I wrote Cathy a letter in my best handwriting. Bought lunch (Bocadillo with tomato and serrano). Thought about buying Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban but decided to find it cheaper somewhere else. Got on the train. SMOKING SECTION ¡Joder! Well. Whatever. At least I'm gonna make it home. So I did. Finally. My roomate Olivia from Taiwan is gone and I didn't get to say goodbye. I only have 2 more nights with one roomate and 1 with another and I think I will be all alone after that. I have to default to what's left of those guy friends I made the first 3 weeks. Which is really only 2 people now. Oh well. At least I have Friday and Saturday to relax, although I'd rather go to school. My spanish sucks right now. ¡Que lastima! Hopefully I'll be able to catch up in my class. *sigh* OH WELL.
I miss my backnobber.
-Mica
So, I was stuck in Barcelona. Vale. Went first class to Madrid, which was mas o menos comfortable, except that my feet swelled up for some reason, probably for sitting in one place too long. The blood must have been tired of powering my enourmous brain. Isn't that grody though? That didn't even happen to me on my flight here to España. Anyway, that went okay. Then i got the the train Estacion in Madrid to wait 3 hours for my train to Salamanca. Talked to Tony on the phone for awhile, then killed time walking around Madrid a little bit. I only saw one thing, but it was good. I saw Plaza Castilla, which is a big intersection.. maybe the most important intersection in Madrid, with a fountain in the middle, 2 really interesting buildings on one side of it, and a sculpture/giant Sundial. Saw some people going at it there. They were really going at it. I couldn't let them deter me from looking at the sculpture though, so i sat down for awhile. They might have thought I was a pervert... So I went back to the station and waited patiently for my train to come. Finally it arrived and I got on the train with a euphoric feeling of future homecoming, when this lady came up and asked me "What seat are you in?" "11V," I said. "Me too," she said. How odd. So, then we sat there for awhile, not thinking about it, until I said, "Is everything the same on both our tickets?" She brought her ticket out again. Hmm. One of them has the wrong date... GUESS WHOSE! So they made me get off the train. Turns out the lady who sold me my return ticket in Madrid, booked me two tickets. 8/12 11:00pm - 8:00 am Barcelona - Madrid and 8/12 11:00 am - 1:30 pm. Hmm. something doesn't work here. OH, how can i go from Madrid to Salamanca when I haven't even left Barcelona yet?! So, I got off, feeling very frustrated, cause THIS time it wasn't my fault! now things are just going shitty. I started feeling sorry for myself and crying a little. "I don't get to have lunch with my family which means I have to pay for lunch, I'm never gonna get home to Salamanca, and I paid a lot of extra money for these stupid tickets that are just making me feel worse."
So I went to the customer service window, started crying harder because the woman was on the phone and I had time to rehearse what i was going to say in Spanish, which made it worse because it made me think how crappy my situation was. Then a security guy was like, "man, what happened?" and I said, "I'm just stressed out. My ticket is wrong." He said, "Don't worry about it, you'll change it and that's that. It's easy, don't stress!" So then I asked for a kleenex and went to the other ticket window to jump through the last hoop. I felt better once I started listening to my ipod. I just needed a diversion. 2 more hours left to kill, so I wrote Cathy a letter in my best handwriting. Bought lunch (Bocadillo with tomato and serrano). Thought about buying Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban but decided to find it cheaper somewhere else. Got on the train. SMOKING SECTION ¡Joder! Well. Whatever. At least I'm gonna make it home. So I did. Finally. My roomate Olivia from Taiwan is gone and I didn't get to say goodbye. I only have 2 more nights with one roomate and 1 with another and I think I will be all alone after that. I have to default to what's left of those guy friends I made the first 3 weeks. Which is really only 2 people now. Oh well. At least I have Friday and Saturday to relax, although I'd rather go to school. My spanish sucks right now. ¡Que lastima! Hopefully I'll be able to catch up in my class. *sigh* OH WELL.
I miss my backnobber.
-Mica
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