Sometimes...getting lost just sucks

The buses in Chile are a huge challenge for me...actually the language barrier is the root of the challenge. I can't even begin to let out my frustration right now. First of all I am tired so everything I say is said in that context. I put my contacts in for the second time on this trip and dropped one in the sink. I rinsed it off, but apparently not well enough, and now my eye (without contact) is red, and my vision is cloudy...just a little freaky considering i don't speak spanish and at the moment no one is home and I have no one to console me...I'm freaking out that infection is going to make me blind in one eye! I'm having a little mini meltdown about it...seriously.

So...let's get my mind onto something else. Buses....grr...I mastered getting to my destination solo today...and it was great. I took some photos...had some tea...returned to my little graffitied wall and copied down the whole paragraph that I had been so fascinated by 4 days ago. I continued onto the college where i was suppose to go rock climbing...however, i couldn't connect to the internet...i have no phone...and there I had no idea where I was suppose to meet the guy I was climbing with. On top of that...there was no gym/rock gym in sight, and my eye was not in good shape. So, I decided to head home since I was an hour early anyway. Thus begins my little adventure:

I got on the wrong bus...which I thought was the right bus...of course...otherwise why the heck would I have gotten on it? Anyhow...sitting on the bus for an abnormally long time...I realized we were way too far out of town and we were not turning around. Then, we pass this ghetto industrial area...nearly everyone gets off the bus and no one gets on. Update...at this point, we've been driving for about 20 minutes and it's me and 2 other people on the bus. Then, guess what?? We pass the Chilean junk yard..if I was fixing up a car...i. would have been super stoked to find this because it was filled with smashed cars...but at this point, I realized that i was totally in the wrong spot with no hope of return. The 2 others on the bus got off and no one else got on. Finally, I went up to the bus driver..."Hablar ingles??" He said "no"...of course!!! I tried desperately to explain in my broken spanish that I must have missed my stop...that I was lost and that I needed to get here..and I gave him the street. He was silent for a while...5 minutes later...he pointed to a bus that pulled up along side him and told me to get on. 30 minutes later, I was back in Vina with a 15 minute walk home. I had to pee so bad I nearly wet myself. I walked in the door, popped a bottle of wine (and on my opinion...i deserve the WHOLE bottle!), and took my contacts out. To my dismay this didn't help my blurry vision. So, here I am sitting at the computer...on my second glass of wine...blogging out my frustrations with half my vision. Grrrr...I am seriously trying so hard to dump my negativity...but it hasn't happened yet. Anyhow, who ever is reading this...thanks for listening.