Well, Boston just got hit by a monster blizzard, but luckily, it doesn’t snow in Andalusia, it rains. Heavily. This affects all of the public transportation system. For example, I just visited Seville (where, incidentally, it downpoured for the entire day and the catedral was closed. Que guay.) Thinking that the best option for returning home would be to catch a train, we did so. Unfortunately, following a long announcement, en español, that was shrouded in static, it appeared that... something was wrong. I gathered this from trying to eavesdrop on the people around me, who kept saying something that sounded like, “iahjfksfkjfhshautobus...” and then listening to a different conversation that sounded like, “sajkhfiusfhjnvkautobus.”
It appeared that something would be happening with a bus.
Finally, after spending about an hour and a half on the train (including two times where the train simply stopped for “cinco minutos”... or 15-30 minutes), we pull into a station. Then, everyone is told to exit the train and we get on a random bus waiting for all of the passengers. We ride said bus for 25 minutes. Switch back to a train.
The most shocking thing is that no one seems remotely concerned about the shenanigans that are going on or the hoops we are being made to jump through. In fact, the only other people who appear to be upset - and keep in mind that, in total, this trip took an hour longer than it should have - were English people sitting next to us. These people ALMOST salvaged the train trip, by making comments about how this was “cutting into their leiiiiisure time.”
This was one of those days where I miss America. In particular, I miss the principles that our country was based on - “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, even when that pursuit of happiness involves bitching at someone until you get your way. Or at least a refund”.
