The last train towards Barcelona was pulling out

I have no way of explaining the despair that I felt when I saw that train leaving. All I wanted to do was to drop my bags (which were extremely heavy and unwieldy) and cry. I was in a foreign country, in a foreign city, where I didn’t speak the language, where I didn’t have any local currency, and it was late at night. I felt completely alone. It was a horrid sensation. But my adrenaline kicked in and I realized that I really didn’t have time to fall apart. Thank goodness for self-preservation.