Anyway, I found my hostel, brushed my teeth and went to bed. I had set my alarm clock (the one on my Spanish cell phone) for 7:30 which would give me enough time to meet my mom when her flight arrived. When I went to sleep, there were only two other people in my eight-bunk room and they were both asleep. I could tell that at least four other beds were occupied, leaving my bed and one more free.
At 2:30 I heard a noise which sounded vaguely familiar. I figured it was my alarm clock, so I started to find my pants and shoes. I figured it was time to go meet my mom. However, the noise didn't stop (my alarm only goes off for a few seconds). I then realized that it was actually my phone ringing, not my alarm sounding. I never remember what my phone sounds like, so I almost never realize it's ringing (okay, the truth is that it almost never rings). I missed the phone call, but could see that it was a number I knew, my dad's home office line.
I tried to listen to his voicemail, but the stupid Movistar machine voice told me I had to set up my voicemail if I wanted to listen to the message. It wanted me to record my name for my personal greeting. I'm still half-dressed and in bed at this point, so I can't really talk because I don't know how many people are in the room (it's dark). This means if you were to call me, I'll probably miss the call and you'll get a message that says, "You've reached the voicemail box of (silence..........)."
Anyway, I finally get to the message and I hear my dad's voice calmly telling me my mother's flight is so delayed that she is going to miss the plane to Dubrovnik and that I have to call him asap. I can't call on my Spanish phone because I don't have enough money on it to make international calls (it's a pay-as-you-go phone). I get dressed and start looking for my American cell phone, which is in my backpack. At this point, my dad starts calling me again causing my phone to ring loudly. I answer and go out into the hallway. They little bit of light that enters as I open the door allows me to see that there are still only two other sleeping people in the room. While I'm in the hallway talking to my dad, two more people enter the room and go to sleep.
We work out the changes. My mom and I wound up staying in Barcelona for two nights. I called the airline to change our flight for to the next departure for Dubrovnik, Sunday morning at 8am. It actually worked out really well because we got to see Barcelona, which was a really cool city.
By 4am, I went back to bed. I was woken at 7am when two more people entered the room to go to sleep. I then slept until 9am, went and found some Starbucks (!!!) and did some other errands before heading to the airport. Because my mom was late, I was able to go to the Banco de España and change some pesetas (leftover from my father's travels in the 70s and 80s) to Euros.
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