I HATE Airports

I have had yet another terrible experience with flying. I must have extremely bad luck with planes or something.
On Friday I got an email saying that one of my flights was cancelled and that I was put on the next available flight out from Buenos Aires to Santiago, but the flight would get me there too late. There was a group airport pick-up at 10 am and I was going to miss it by 2.5 hours! So crazy, so crazy. Let me go on...
On Saturday my Brazilian host parents took me out to lunch with the family, I got to see my cousin Dani and her boyfriend Mo and also my brother Thiago but only for a few minutes. I was really sad that I could not spend more time with them. I wasn't even there for hardly 24 hours! It was a huge bummer. Anywho, after lunch I said good bye to everyone and my parents Thais and Maricio drove me to Campinas where I got on a bus to the airport.
When I got to the airport things got a little more fun when I went to talk to the airline about my cancelled flight and how I was going to be in a strange country with no one there to help me find my way to Vina del Mar, where I now live. But they said they couldn't do anything about it and that I would have to wait and talk to the people in Buenos Aires. Awesome. (Please realize the heavy layer of sarcasm, since this really was not so fun and had little to do with awesomeness) I had to use my credit card to call my parents and then started calling all of the emergency numbers that my program gave me for Chile, of course no one in Chile picked up there phone so I had to call the director in the U.S. He said he wasn't really going to let anyone know if I was going to be late yet because if I get my flight changed then it would have been all for nothing. OK, fine. Whatever.
So I got on the plane to Buenos Aires, it left Sao Paulo at 8:45 and I got there at around 10:30. When I got there though the entire airport had closed except for a little cafe, where I parked it for the next 10 hours. Yes, 10 hours. That is after I tried to change my flight, which couldn't be done, I was on the earliest one that the airline had. There was a flight leaving the next morning that would get me there on time but I would have to buy a whole other ticket since they did not have a contract with the other airline. I looked up how much it was ($695) and made the executive decision not to even ask my parents for the money. A taxi ride from the airport to my house would be cheeper.
At the cafe I become quite friendly with one of the waiters who helped me out with some stuff. He told me that to international calls I had to go to the Telecentro, a room full of little rooms full of phones and computers that you pay by the minute to use. But it did not open until 6am. The other public pay phones you needed Argentinian pesos to use and they only made local calls. Ugh. I hate airports. The waiter felt bad for me and gave me the password to their internet so that I didn't have to pay for it... and then gave me some free hot chocolate :) Mmmm. Probably the only good thing that happened in Buenos Aires.
At 6 am I went to the Telecentro and called back the director in the U.S. telling him that I could not get on an earlier flight, no one in Chile would pick up their phone (I tried to call them all again) and asked what to do when I got to Santiago. He assured me that he would get in touch with them and that I just needed to look for a sign with my name on it/UVM and I would be fine. OK so good, he would take care of it.
Or not I guess, since there was no one there at the airport. A taxi driver helped me call people in Chile and they said that they had not heard from me so they left early. They left early? Hmmm, why would they do that? Did they think, Oh we're still missing a kid, but lets just go anyway, she'll show up eventually, and then we'll make her take the sketchiest taxi ride of her life, for an outrageous price and arrive at her host family's house who had no idea that I was even coming?
Cool, what a great start.
P.S. No one spoke English or Portuguese and my Spanish sucks.

:) I feel better not that I have let out all of my anger