Maybe one day

Maybe one day I'll look back and laugh. However, today is not that day. I have long been anticipating this day. The day when I would leave BCN and head to the city people have raved about: Prague. I knew I had a long day of traveling ahead of me, but there was a light at the end of the tunnel: Kath, Jo, and Colleen, all waiting for me in the land of Czechs.

I felt pretty darn confident when walking out of my apartment in Barcelona for the last time and catching the metro to Pl. Catalunya where I would hop on an Aerobus. Everything was going well until my flight out of BCN kept being delayed and then delayed again. They said it was because of the big storm in Madrid, where I would find my connecting flight to Prague. They said the flight would only take an hour. WRONG. So when I finally arrived in Madrid, I scrambled to find T1 where I would check-in for my next flight. After 7 moving-walkways, 1 bus ride, and some slight jogging, I found the Wizz Air check-in. As I approached, the single man standing behind the counter eyed me suspiciously.

"¿Que?," he asked with a lovely frown on his face.
"Pues, yo necesito coger mi vuelto a las 3:05"
"Ai, no. La puerta está cerrada."
"¿Cómo? ¿Está cerrada ahora? Pero, es 2:35."
"Si y estás tarde. Lo siento."

Lo siento my ass. Pardon the language, but at that moment it took all my strength not to break down in tears. After about three plus hours of talking to airport personnel, I got myself another flight to Prague. For tomorrow morning. That leaves me in Madrid for the night, just hanging out, in my hotel on the highway, eating chips and a Twix for dinner. If it weren't for the Skype calls I was able to make to my parents and Johanna, I would've been doomed. Not only did I need to get in contact with them, but they calmed me down. I can tell you one thing: I will be in Prague tomorrow, happy as can be. As for now, I have a book and the Spanish Disney channel to entertain me. So maybe one day I'll look back and laugh.  Maybe one day I'll find the humor in all of this. Maybe.