There's more, don't you know?
So now that there are only three more seats left on the bus I'm supposed to be taking, I tried to order the ticket online. Except the website won't accept my payment (or my mother's). So I braved the phone - I called Spain. And Spain wouldn't talk to me.
Spanish lady on the phone: "..." (Something in Spanish)
Me: "Habla Espanol?"
Spanish lady: "Manana." (Hangs up)
Me: ...
What?
I call back...
Spanish lady: "..." (Same Spanish Intro, still couldn't catch it)
Me: (In broken Spanish) "Hi it's me again, can I buy a ticket?"
Spanish lady: "..." (Something like, "do you have your card? (of some-sort...)")
Me: "Que?"
Spanish lady: "..." (Something about how tomorrow there will be someone who can help me. At least, I think that's why she kept saying "Manana"). And she hangs up.
You know, you'd think if you spoke Spanish and someone asked if you spoke English and you couldn't, you'd slow down your Spanish and try to understand that person?
But no...
So now there are only three seats left on my bus. And I'm no closer to crossing Spain than I was earlier today, just more frustrated and upset.
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