Hostel not so hospitable

I've told this story over so many times already. I am going to summarize it quickly because I'm really tired. Sorry. I forewarned you that many posts would be boring.

So the travel agency in which I booked my hostel for one night created my check-in time for midnight. My flight into Sevilla arrived at 11:30 p.m. and the taxi driver got me to the hostel a few minutes before midnight. The taxi driver already kind of pissed me off because he charged me 40 euros to drive me around fifteen minutes. There is suppose to be a flat rate from the airport for about 25 euros. I was too exhausted and afraid to say anything and reluctantly paid the driver. He took out the my luggage, and we both couldn't open the gate to the hostel. He just shrugged and got into his car and drove off... What a kind man-- I know. There I am in the middle of some narrow one-way street, and I have no idea how to get into this hostel. I knock and pull on the gates for about 35 minutes before I realize I am hopeless. A couple teens passing by just stare at me like I'm some mad woman because I am pounding on this door. I pulled my luggage around to look for a telephone booth and realize I have no Euro coins. At that point, I cross the street and stand where there's more room and light and just burst into tears. I tried so hard to keep it in but I was helpless. I had no phone or any idea of where I was and what I should do. A man in his mid-twenties probably saw my awkward ass and came up to me and asked if I needed help. At first, I was apprehensive because I was by myself with lots of luggage. I could've been robbed or taken advantage of at this point but he was with two girls and another guy so I felt safer and replied, "yes" while wiping the snot outta my nose and trying to clear my throat. I was really crying hard at this point. I am such a wuss. Some people staying at the hostel were headed inside when we walked to the hostel. So one of the ladies that was helping me asked them why the hostel was closed and such. After twenty more minutes or talking and figuring out stuff. I ended up staying the hostel lobby (which was not very cozy and freezing to make matters worse) until 4 a.m. because I had no where to go and it was better than standing outside. To make a long story short, I met some Brazilian students while sitting in the hostel lobby and they offered to let me stay in one of the rooms they had. Incredibly sweet and friendly students and I never got to properly say 'thank you'.

I learned a great deal after this night. First, I already knew that Sevilla would be an adventure but I didn't know it would be so soon. Second, I really learned that I need to be more trusting of people. There are some incredibly nice people who are just good human beings. I am so paranoid. You just have to be smart and ask for help when you need it. Third, I can already feel like I am going to grow throughout this experience whether it may through a scary situation such as this one or encountering different people and things. I can tell I am in store for a long but adventurous ride. Everyday so far has been jammed pack and full of activities and learning experiences. I am just really glad to have survived this terrible first night in Sevilla.

Also here's a tip; if you are traveling anywhere always call the hotel/hostel/ whatever to double check that the information is correct and whatever you ordered is correct. Even though I got a confirmation and a voucher for my night at the hostel, mistakes such as these can occur. It was no one's fault but the travel agency with whom I booked my travel plans with. I sent them an email and hopefully I can receive a refund.