Hmmm

After a long trip and much entertainment, this is what turned out of my suitcase. Hmmm. So I started at the train station to go from Seville, Spain to Madrid. When I got up to the counter to purchase a ticket my card would not work. So I went to the ATM to get cash. The first machine didn’t work, the second machine didn’t work, the third and last one… you guessed it, it didn’t work. So here is when I freak out just a little bit. I don’t have the numbers of anyone in Seville and I have no other way of getting money, so I am just completely feeling quite scared that I may be stuck here, I pray and apologize to God for getting so frustrated and saying something I should not have, then I go up to the ATM one last time and it works. Hallelujah, praise Jesus! I get onto the train with about 5 minutes to spare. Some of you may think that is no big deal, but I don’t mind being an hour early. I have about 2 hours to relax and I do. I arrive in Madrid at about 12:30 and my flight is at 3:30, so I am pretty sure I am going to have plenty of time. I get my suitcase off of the train and one of the wheels breaks. Not off completely, but enough that every few feet I have to fix it. From the train I have to take the subway, or here they call it the metro to the airport. I have to take 3 different lines to get there. I make it on the first one just fine, but I head down the escalators to get to the second and my wheel breaks off completely. The guy behind me trying to be polite hands the wheel to me, I say gracious and move on. I then have to go down another set of escalators and this time I wish you all would have been there because it was like watching Elf, but in real life and I was going down and not up. I got to the escalator and since I have a wheel missing I carefully pick up my suitcase and I am about to put it on the escalator. What I don’t realize is that my left foot is already on the escalator while my right and suitcase are not. So my foot just starts going down and down. So I try not to panic, and the guy behind me is trying not to laugh, although I would have been in hysterics. He kind of helps me, but in the process the other wheel pops off. Hah. I couldn’t help but laugh and tell him gracious as he hands me the wheel that I don’t have any idea what to do with. =) I am finally on my last ride. I could get off at terminal 1, 2, and 3 at one stop or terminal 4 at another stop. Well, you would think this would be where I look at my ticket, but no not me. I thought since I arrived at terminal 4 last time, that its probably where I should go this time. I get off at terminal 4 and look at screen and my flight is nowhere to be found. So I get out my ticket and sure enough it is at terminal 2. I get back on the metro and get to terminal 2. I get to the counter and my arms are quite tired by now since I was carrying my suitcase and it is now 2:30. The lady is so nice and gives me the sweetest smile and a bunch of tape to fix my suitcase. Boy did it look trashy by the end. But I made it! and my beautiful luggage did too. Now everyone breathe. =)