Epilogue
The travel back to Klagenfurt was interesting. Everything worked out, thank God, because there were a few times where it didn't seem like it would.
Someone threw my bus ticket away on accident (could have been me, but we're not going to persue the subject). So here we are standing in the bus station at 12:55 am, 5 minutes before our bus leaves, and I realize my bus ticket is most likely in the trash can. It was like a movie, I swear. Except in real life that kind of suspense is not fun. I decided to run (literally) back to Yaiza's house. The whole run took about 10 or 12 minutes, and it was pretty much the worst 10 minutes I could possibly imagine. Then when I got back to the train station, the doors were locked. Arg. (I can't even describe the agony I was in, so I'll just skip it. But in the next 2 hours on the bus when I was trying to cool down and relax, I decided I need to be more empathetic.) So I made it on, but only because Yaiza's parents were begging the driver not to go, and he told his boss that he just wanted to finish his cigarette.
And that wasn't the only time that someone helped us out to get me home. When we were getting on the plane in Madrid, the seats were booked and they said I absolutely could not take my viola on board. So I started putting up a fight, and they told me to wait outside the plane until everyone had boarded to see if there would be room for it, or else I would have to pay 30 euros and check it. Arg. So I waited as a hundred people strolled by and slowly but surely took up the entire overhead compartment. Then after they boarded the pilot came up to me and told him to show me my instrument, so I did, and he just took it. It turns out, one of the flight attendants went and talked to him to ask if I could stow Theo in the cockpit. Apparentally he plays bass.
Then on our last leg of the journey we had a train leaving Venice at 1 am. We got into the city at 4:30. We found out about a bus going in the same direction that left at 7:30, so when he got there, we begged the driver to give us a ride, and we gave him our tickets, and he took us, which allowed us to get back to Klagenfurt a full 6 hours early. There were even still city buses running when we got here. That definitely saved the (to)day, because I had classes all day and I was not looking forward to only getting 2 hours of sleep before my lesson.
So here is my ode to generocity. My tip of the hat to helping out a stranger. My reminder to be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.
Someone threw my bus ticket away on accident (could have been me, but we're not going to persue the subject). So here we are standing in the bus station at 12:55 am, 5 minutes before our bus leaves, and I realize my bus ticket is most likely in the trash can. It was like a movie, I swear. Except in real life that kind of suspense is not fun. I decided to run (literally) back to Yaiza's house. The whole run took about 10 or 12 minutes, and it was pretty much the worst 10 minutes I could possibly imagine. Then when I got back to the train station, the doors were locked. Arg. (I can't even describe the agony I was in, so I'll just skip it. But in the next 2 hours on the bus when I was trying to cool down and relax, I decided I need to be more empathetic.) So I made it on, but only because Yaiza's parents were begging the driver not to go, and he told his boss that he just wanted to finish his cigarette.
And that wasn't the only time that someone helped us out to get me home. When we were getting on the plane in Madrid, the seats were booked and they said I absolutely could not take my viola on board. So I started putting up a fight, and they told me to wait outside the plane until everyone had boarded to see if there would be room for it, or else I would have to pay 30 euros and check it. Arg. So I waited as a hundred people strolled by and slowly but surely took up the entire overhead compartment. Then after they boarded the pilot came up to me and told him to show me my instrument, so I did, and he just took it. It turns out, one of the flight attendants went and talked to him to ask if I could stow Theo in the cockpit. Apparentally he plays bass.
Then on our last leg of the journey we had a train leaving Venice at 1 am. We got into the city at 4:30. We found out about a bus going in the same direction that left at 7:30, so when he got there, we begged the driver to give us a ride, and we gave him our tickets, and he took us, which allowed us to get back to Klagenfurt a full 6 hours early. There were even still city buses running when we got here. That definitely saved the (to)day, because I had classes all day and I was not looking forward to only getting 2 hours of sleep before my lesson.
So here is my ode to generocity. My tip of the hat to helping out a stranger. My reminder to be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.