I can't complain but sometimes I still do

The trains in Spain are either longish distance, which feel like the "normal" trains, or Cercanías, which are more like commuter trains and feel like mad chaos. If you can find a schedule at all it's usually about a mile long and a mile wide and inevitably on the wrong side of the turnstile, and it's almost never clear what track your train leaves from, even if you've managed to figure out when it leaves, and if it turns out there's a transfer you're even more screwed because your ticket won't tell you and there's almost never anyone to ask.

So anyway, this is the first weekend since classes ended and I've been telling myself since January that this weekend I would go to some little town in the mountains and look at the stars and decompress, and that meant Cercanías (plus a bus). And I fucked it all up. Half an hour out of Barcelona in the wrong direction, with a bus to catch and not a lot of extra time for fuck-ups, I decided that someone was going to help me, god dammit. So I waited in the ticket line instead of using the machines and held up the line to ask exactly when and from what track my train would be leaving. He shuffled some pages of hand-written numbers and his microphone started fading out, and the volume came back just in time for me to hear him say that I just had to listen for the announcements. Joder. I managed to get myself on the right train, sort of, except that it was running express and not stopping at the place where I wanted to go. Did I mention that I'm only about 70% over whatever virus has been ailing me? Whine.

But then it all came together. I got off the train in the wrong place and on the way to try my luck at what looked like some kind of bus station, there was a bus showing the name of my little mountain pueblo and the driver let me on even though I wasn't at a bus stop or anything. And here I am, in a little town with snow-capped Pyrenees in the distance. And they have surprisingly good beer in this little town and I made friends with a dog. And I'm done teaching. Life is pretty good.