Travel can be a real b*tch

"Barcelona"

Shaking his head: "Manyana, Manyana"

oh crap!

Pointing out the door the man suggests the bus station.

Running out I swing my head violently from left to right searching for the bus station. To my left I see it, but as I approach the dimly lit service desks depict my new predicament. too late.

Oh crap!

I run to the two parked buses. Wiping nervous sweat from my brow I ask the bus driver if any bus goes to Barcelona. He shakes his head. Then, thinking for a moment he tells me he is going to Girona Airport and from there I can still get a bus to Barcelona.

Phew!

Finding my seat on the connecting bus at Girona Airport I sit and relax - happy to finally be on my way to Barcelona. Little did I know then of the troubles I would have once I arrived in Barcelona.

11:30pm

Bus pulls in to Barcelona bus station.

Run to subway. WRONG - get the train.

Run for train. NO MORE TRAINS, use the subway.

Run to subway again. YOU NEED A NIGHT BUS

AARGH!

...

2:30am

knock knock

Isabel (my CS host) opens her door

I'm soooooo sorry!