it could be worse

yea... i was supposed to be on a bus to portugal a solid hour ago now.. but im not. i left early so I could even be there 30 mins early.. clearly that wasnt enough time.. the arrow for the tram line mustve pointed the wrong way, or someone flipped the sign over or something. who knows. maybe im just that tired and it proves i need a few days to just sleep on the beach. however it happened.. i found myself at the top of the blue line instead of hte bottom where i was supposed to catch the circluar line.. i still made it to the circular line, after a diversion because this lady slipped down the steps and had cracked her head open... then I asked the guard which way to go since he was blocking my path.. naturally he sent me the longer way around the circle.. and as i counted down the minutes on my phone between stops....it looked like i was going to miss my bus. Got to the stop precisely at 11:00.. sprinted my butt off with all 17 kilos on my back.. (close to 40 pounds... yes i need to get rid of some of my crap for sure) i made it to the bus depot.. but there were no buses.. only a guard looking all too okay guarding the empty parking lot.. i sprinted to him with my adreniline running.. and out of no where was fluent in spanish for a solid minute and a half. i asked where the bus was.. yes the one to lisbon..yes lisbon portugal.. and he took his jolly time investigating my printed out bus pass that really doesnt say much except for the name of hte station i was already at. well shit. now on a few levels of confirmation my bus was gone.. but i tried the information lady as well.. i guess the heat of the moment was over.. and thus so was my spanish, but it was the coolest thing i was capable of today. freaked out.. and no where to go.. i was supposed to sleep on the bus.. i headed back to the hostel i came from... of course getting back in 5 minutes instead of an hour and 5. luckily i ran into some of my roommates on the stroll back.. i think they are irish .. they are soo nice! the nicest ones by far! they saw the look of death on my face... and walked me back to the hostel, getting me in all the doors and up the 4 stories with all my stuff.. they even gave me their bed to sleep in til they got back..guess the hostel is full tonight.. and the reception closed at 10.. guess its alright.. not the first time ive had to crash a hostel! so im safe for the night.. hopefully they let me on the bus in the morning.. ive already booked all my super sweet hostels in portugal.. adn i cant wait to get there.. they even serve you pancakes in teh morning!!!! o but this was just the last hour of today...
this morning started out nice.. a slow start with a nice bowl of chocolate flakes.. delicious and the cheapest cereal.. you cant go wrong! everyone seemed to gather around the free internet computers throughout the late morning.. prolly shouldnt call it morning even.. it was more like noon.. i had to check out at 11 but 12 worked too.. and i even just left my bag in my room.. no big deal here. i went out with the same kids as the day before.. we went to explore the parks and have another nice stroll in the beautiful sunshine... saw plenty more fountains and trees and statues.. everyone even came with me to find sonna´s apartment where she lived for a year studying in spain.. it was like a hunt.. not too hard but a nice direction to our walk.. on the way.. we naturally came across the finest of spain who were also out for a walk.. this one guy decided to smack all the chairs over for this outside cafe for no reason.. just cuz he could.. and the owner walks up and slaps him like a little girl.. because that wasnt enough.. the busser runs up and throws the lamest punch into the guys head to top it off.. it was enough to knock the guy out cold on the cobblestone sidewalk.. we all starred with our jaws dropped.. just watching. i whip out my camera and started shooting.. this moment had to be documented! duh! then teh owner and the busser drag teh guy into one of the chairs that he had knocked over and sit him in teh corner waiting for him to come back to his senses.. we watched him twitch a bit.. and then we all gave each other the look like o crap. that just happened.. we better get moving. we walked another two blocks to sonna´s street.. and up the road to her apartment! had a small little photoshoot for her.. why not.. and continued our stroll to another park.. and then we headed towards the palace so jacquie could see it.. on the backside of the palace we found a little lake/fountain that everyone was sticking their feet in.. it was nice and cool water so we joined in. it was just so nice and lovely it our little picnicked spot.. and as we get up to go.. O WAIT. my camera is not longer right next to me. just gone. the strap was resting on my leg.. and everyone else was facing towards me. no one saw it leave. i didnt feel it leave... adn i didnt ever see anyone walk by close to us at all. so thats gone too.... my camera and my bus. great day. they all felt so bad for me.. i did a little panic and accused everyone near the fountain of taking it.. when really.. whoever grabbed it did it so quick and sly and was probably no where in sight.. gone. with all my pictures of madrid.. sorry sonna! at least i changed the card since ireland and i have all my other countries tucked away in my backpack.. dont know how that didnt get grabbed too. we made our way to the estasion de policia where we hung out for a while.. giving details of my camera taht will never be found..and has probably already been sold on the black market.. i was thinkin if i could find the black market and asked for a canon SLR, maybe i might just get mine back!? dom was singing in teh station to lighten the mood for us and all the other people who had been robbed in teh station... haha.. i was defintiely not alone.. lots of stolen passports and credit cards.. guess a camera isnt the end of the world even though it feels like it.. it was like my little child that i washed up at night and tucked in beside me ;( guess i haveta sleep alone tonight.. on the floor of the hostel. haha. life almost sucks. o anyway.. the cops called dom out for singing.. no cantando en la estasion! oops. we sauntered back home..and jacquie adn i remember taht we had a date planned for watching the hookers down teh road.. so she was so nice and bought me some tapas to make me feel better :) i could only translate half of the things.. so we got a surprise mix.. mostly little baguettes with different meats/fish and cheese and sauce.. decent. and a great show to watch. we sat there for almost 2 horas watching the girls in the new little outfits work it on the street. we decided it is legal to be a prostitute... and the girls must rent out the trees.. tehy were on teh same ones as the day before. the girl we guessed wasnt gonna go anywhere left and came back twice.. adn the girl who was throwing herself on the men finally took away two at the end.. we were almost cheering her on.. haha thats almost as classy as how these girls looked. o gosh. what a day. time to go find a couch or a temporary bed or space on the floor til manaña.. man i hope they let me on the next bus! or i just wasted soo many euros. poo.