Tu Sonrisa es Mi Sonrisa.: Day Seventy

Today we headed out bright and early, so we could get back to the hostel by four, when we had to pick our bags up from the hold closet. So we grabbed our bocadillos and went to Olympic stadium.. well we tried to. We couldn't actually get in, so instead we ended up hiking up a promising looking mountain. When we got to the top, we realized we could look out over the entire city, and the sea, and that is where we plopped down to eat our bocadillos. At the top of a cliff, under a gorgeous blue sky, looking out over the mediterranean sea. does it get any better?

After our bocadillos, we headed towards the Castle that just happened to be at the top of this mountain also. I dont know when it was built, or what it was even used for.. but it was legit.

We headed back down the mountain to pick up our suitcases and go to the beach before our flight out in the evening. It took us forever to get to the beach.. because as we found out when we got to Barcelona, the beach situation here is not normal. Its like they carved out the beach to make the port, so the beach is actually on a jetty in the middle of the water surrounding the port? Strange I know. But a bit of a jaunt later we got there and put our feet in the sand.. and the water! I always expected the water to be warm.. yeah not so much. At least not yet. It was almost Pacific Ocean status.. well... not quite. but it was chillytastic.

Then we left to go the airport. This is where the problems started. We read our tickets wrong. They said our flight was at 18:55.. but instead of reading 6:55pm.. we read it as 8:55pm.. FALSE. SOO we missed our plane. From there we had two choices

Change the flight to Monday morning at 6am for 90 euro (like 130 dollars)
Miss class and change the flight to Monday night at 6:55 for 15 euro

So peace out Luis (our writing teacher) because there was no way we were paying 90 euro just to get home in time for class. So 15 euro later.. we had to stay in Barcelona, or more correctly the Barcelona airport for 22 consecutive hours. Technically we could have left, this is true.. however, we both had our suitcases, and we had no where to go.. so through security we went.

The other problem was that I couldn't get ahold of my Señora Dioni to tell her that I wouldn't be coming home and not to worry, because the phone number that I had didn't work. SO we tried calling the CIEE emergency number.. it didn't work. Here's a question. Why is there an emergency number if it doesnt actually work? Is that going to help the emergency? no. I think not. When we finally got ahold of CIEE we couldn't understand them (much harder to speak a second language when in crisis!) but we told them about the airport situation and about Dioni and asked if they could give me the phone number they had to call Dioni. They gave me two numers. The first one I called worked perfectly fine.. except it wasn't the right phone number. The second phone number was my cell phone. After about half an hour of the man on the other end of the line (who's name we still dont know) struggling and trying to figure out where I live and why none of the phone numbers worked, he creepily somehow got ahold of Dioni's neighbor.. and told her to go tell Dioni that I wasn't coming home for the night.

Oh, and while sitting in the airport, I found a camera. Not just any camera.. but a nice one and all of its accessories.. probably over $1500 dollars worth of camera.. SO I sat and babysat it until someone called for it.