I think this
will go down as one of the worst days of my life. I check out of my hostel with over 2 hours
before my flight departs so I think I have time. I spend time waiting at
Termini Station to get on a bus to the Airport. Time is a little tight but the
airport is less than 10 miles away so I think it’s going to be fine. And then
traffic. Fucking Rome traffic. I swear those Romans are god-awful drivers. I
don’t know if it’s their fault or if it is the poor city planning that’s to
blame. I’m pissed so I say both. It took
15 minutes just to get out of the busy part of Rome. Long story short, I missed my flight and the
next one was 8 hours later. So I’m
waiting in the airport frantically trying to reach my best friend. She finally calls and my phone can’t get her
call. I start panicking because I know that she’s scared and the Information
Desk isn’t very helpful, directing me to a payphone that I’m pretty sure was
broken. I go into a souvenir shop
begging the lady to let me borrow a phone. She is just an unhelpful and directs
me to the payphone that doesn’t work.
Customer Service must be a foreign concept in Italy. The people at American Airlines would bend
over backwards to help me out. Thankfully,
an Italian lady saw how frantic I was and let me borrow her phone to make a
call. I will never forget that. It
renews my hope that there are still good people in this world. I hope karma rewards her for her kindness.
After a few
more grueling hours of waiting, I was finally on a plane to Madrid. Once I landed in Madrid and collected my
luggage, I hopped into a taxi towards the hotel. We drove through the streets of Madrid and
all the Christmas lights they had set up for the holiday season. I arrived at the hotel and was finally
reunited with my best friend Susan after what seems like ages. It was so refreshing to be in a hotel with a
full size bed and my own bathroom after staying at hostels for the past
week.
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