Last night in Granada

The last night in Granada I didn't spend partying.  I actually tried to head to the train station in order to get tickets for the train I am on now to Barcelona.  It turned out the ticket office was closed for the holiday.   That explained why everyone was all dressed up and the girls where wearing very elegant skirts with their hair all done up.  I was going to try and get a picture but I didn't want to look like a creeper so I decided that wouldn't be a great idea.
Obviously I was able to get tickets in the morning by the fact I'm on the train now, so that worked out smoothly.  But this blog is not about train stations closing early.  Its about how freaking nice the Spanish people are here.

So the office was closed so I had to take a bus back.  I didn't exactly know what bus to take so I asked a couple ," donde esta la plaza de nueva".  They said in Spanish either take bus 3, 33 ,or 7.  I was lucky to got that far but I still didnt know how many stops. So they told me to follow them because they are getting off their.  So onto the crowded bus I went.  I am guessing it was more crowded then normal because of the festival.  In the united states I'm pretty sure they wouldn't let that many people on the bus at one time but hey this is Spain.  So I squeezed in tight so the bus door could at least close behind me.  Once the bus started moving I was getting all bounced around every which way.  I was just thankful I didn't have my 30 pound backpack to deal with too.  I lost the couple in the crowd so I just decided to guess which stop to get off.   Sounds a little reckless but was the best idea I had at the time.  Sure enough at the second to last stop I was going to get off I saw the lady outside of the bus looking at me and pointing at the ground.  I couldn't tell if she was speaking Spanish or Arabic or Greek, but you didn't have to be a rocket scientist to tell she was saying, " get off here.  Get off here.".  So I sprung into action and tried to push through the crowd like a teenage girl pushing through a crowd at a Justin Bieber concert.   Right when I was about to get off the bus the doors slammed shut and I looked up at her through the glass doors.  Realizing my fate, I was just hoping the next stop was not to far away.  Right as the bus started to move her husband ran to the front to flag the bus down.  By then everyone could see that I was trying to get off and a few people were saying out loud," uno minuto  ( and other stuff I didn't understand).". Sure enough the bus came to an abrupt stop and the back doors opened.  With a big smile filled across my face, I thanked everyone on the bus and the couple several times. 
I'm sure everyone on the bus and the couple had places to be and people to see but they still went out of their way to help me.  And I'm sure I would have been easily OK getting off at another stop but it was just the thought and initiative to help me that i really appreciated.  Oh how I love you Spain!   I am curious to see what I think of the French . . . . .