July 18th, 2014:
Three words: I am home. Song of the day – Take Me
Between leaving La Manga on Monday and now it became very evident that it wasn’t going to improve unless I just put up with it. And I knew that if you’re unhappy doing something – even if there are good moments – then you shouldn’t be doing it. I had the kids alone in the mornings and it was a disaster every time. They argued with me to do what they wanted when I was under strict instructions to never let them out of my sight. And with three balls of disobedient chaos who don’t listen to me unless it’s evident, I’m angry is just not what I want to be doing this summer. Thus. Wednesday night I said I was off. They told me that there was a bus the next morning that leaves from a village nearby to Madrid, hinting that it would be about eight or nine. So I changed my flight to 15:55 and packed so I would be ready to leave. I was then told that the bus would be at 10:37 and would take almost two hours. This was not cool. I mentioned catching a train from Avila but they
Thus. Wednesday night I said I was off. They told me that there was a bus the next morning that leaves from a village nearby to Madrid, hinting that it would be about eight or nine. So I changed my flight to 15:55 and packed so I would be ready to leave. I was then told that the bus would be at 10:37 and would take almost two hours. This was not cool. I mentioned catching a train from Avila but they replied: “it’s the bus we told you about earlier”. I didn’t want to dispute at half midnight so I left it, worrying that it would take me an hour to get across Madrid to the Airport and then I could be pegging it the whole way with two suitcases… Not ideal..!?
The next morning I woke up, got ready in no time and was ready to leave. I said good morning to them.. didn’t really get much of a reply.. and suddenly we were all jumping in the car at 9:10. I thought this was a bit early and remembered that the mum had a doctors appointment at half past nine so thought we were going there and then they’d take me to the bus with ten minutes to spare and make sure I got off okay. How wrong was I…
We arrived at the village of San Pedro at 9:16. The dad got out and asked a man something then told me to get out of the car and he unloaded my suitcases. Then proceeded to tell me the bus leaves from outside the little bar/cafe thing at half ten. He kinda said goodbye, but then got in the car and off they went. No goodbye from any of them. I was in shock. I felt that they had ditched me in the middle of nowhere to wait over an hour for a bus that could mean chaos at the other end. I was furious and completely let down. How could they..?!
So, I pulled myself together, rang a number of a taxi, he appeared ten minutes later at 9:40 and off we went to Avila. I hoped to catch the 10:04 train and I managed to get it with seconds to spare. I was beyond happy. I arrived at the northern station – Madrid Charmatin – which was a bit quicker than coming from the south (where the bus would’ve gone). And I arrived at Madrid Barajas Airport at ten to twelve. I was incredibly proud. But did have a bruised knee from fighting with my suitcases on the stairs and escalators. Two at once and one is 20kg. I have a temporary halo. As I was very early I went to McDonald’s (mehehh) and indulged. Then Will (boyfriend) reminded me that you can change flights for free on the same day. So at 13:10 I trotted over to the customer service desk and joined a medium sized queue (about ten people/groups) in hope to catch the 14:20 flight. And said to myself: “if I don’t get seen by quarter to two, I’ll go check in as normal”. I was seen at 13:35 and after about waiting for what seemed forever, I was handed a ticket for the 14:20 flight! YAY! I threw my bag triumphantly onto the bag drop, glad to see it wasn’t overweight and pegged off to security. Then skipped (not really, a little bit) to the far end of terminal 4 (the new-ish rainbow terminal that I love) and waited to board. I was the happiest person in that airport. No, in the whole of Spain. I ended up sitting next to a lovely Canadian couple who are from British Columbia – so I got to tell them my “my parents have ditched me” story (- I’m joking about the ditch part). And it was a good flight.
Then I travelled on the tube to St Paul’s to meet William at the Cathedral and he had bought me flowers. Such a cutie. We went to Zizzi for dinner (we love that place. it never disappoints!) and headed home. So to sum up the day. I spent twelve hours travelling, have been on all main forms of public transport and can’t get over what release of happiness I feel. I am back to me. Just gotta sort my life out again and figure out what is next…