Strangely, I feel a bit better now that I've gotten lost. To be honest, I was freaking out at the time, but now that I'm home safe I feel better about it. Getting lost isn't so bad as long as you keep your cool and have enough money to pay for a taxi, and I'm glad I've done it once so maybe it won't be so bad next time. Or maybe my logic is just off-kilter because I'm jet-lagged and culture shocked out of my mind. So I'll take this as my cue to go to sleep, I'll write more about my other (more pleasant) experiences soon!
Follow along as Kelsey experiences Alcalá de Henares and the rest of Spain!
Friday, September 2, 2011
Lost in Alcala
Well the inevitable has happened and I got lost alone in Alcala, and after barely more than 24 hours! I feel like that must be a new record or something. After a long day of orientation and touring Alcala and Madrid, some of the other students from CSU and I decided to go out for tapas and gelato. We had a great time (partly because we agreed to allow ourselves to speak in English until Monday) and decided to head home around 11. The two girls I was with are staying only a few blocks from each other, so they walked in the opposite direction. I caught bus #3 as my host family directed, and rode it for about ten minutes until I thought I found my stop. Of course, I hadn't. So I decided to walk a bit further, thinking I was only a few blocks from home. Of course, I wasn't. Then I decided to wait for another bus, only to have two pass by me without even slowing down. I retraced my steps, found an earlier bus stop and finally got one to stop, thinking that soon enough I'd see my stop and get off there. Of course, I didn't. I ended up near the hospital and decided to get off there assuming they'd have a pay phone. Luckily, this time I was right and I called for a taxi. After waiting for about fifteen minutes, a taxi showed up, but this couple jumped into it before I had a chance to even get close. Then another taxi showed up, but wouldn't let me get in because another woman had called for it. Finally, my taxi arrived (or at least a taxi that would let me get in) and I finally found my way home.
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Turns out I was correct the first time I got off the bus! That was my stop, but I forgot to turn right after walking for a block so I got confused. At least now I know I'll (probably) never do that again!
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