De Paris avec Amour: Part 2

Let's pick up where we left off...stranded in Paris!

I cried to my heart's content after all the bad news and wished a thousand times I was at home with mum, but of course none of that did me any good.
I got up and decided I would call someone, question was...who?
Lets start at the fact that I had zero credit on my phone, and the only place I could buy credit for the sim card I had was in Poland, a country that was now miles away. Of course the only person that could help me was Aunt M, but I had no idea what line she was using.
So I got to a call box and decided I would call my mum, took out 2 Euros, which was the amount indicated for making a call and then dialed.
Sigh, enter foreign country problems...language barrier!!

Yes, I did French in high school for 4 years, but I could not make head or tail of what the operator said on the other end, then the line went dead.
No call happened, but the machine did not give me back my money...what a rip off!!!
So I moved to the next call box and tried again, same story. Another 2 Euros gone.
This was an airport for goodness sake, why the call box did not have an option to change language to English...is beyond me!!!

I turned to a lady nearby and asked her if she spoke French, then handed her the phone hoping she could decipher what the operator kept saying. She explained to me that I needed to dial the number before putting in any money and that whenever I heard it beep, I needed to insert another 2 Euros.
Thieving machines!! I must have spent about 30 euros trying to call my mum that day...and in the end fine, it went through, but she could not hear a thing I said!
I heard her voice, and she just kept saying 'Hello?!', over and over again. The fact that I could hear her voice, she was that close but still so far away just got me crying again.

'Mum, please ask Aunt M, to call me. Can you hear me? Just get Aunt M and ask her to call me!!', I kept wailing into the phone, yes, I was wailing, and everyone in the vicinity kept staring. I imagine they were thinking to themselves...'Poor girl, who let her go traveling all on her own.' Ha ha!
So i finally ran out of change and I thought it was not worth it to keep trying.

Once again in between sobs I thanked the lady who had helped me, she looked like she was going to start crying as well...and then I went back to my earlier spot, took out my pack of tissues again and cried some more.
 Pathetic, right?

I got another bright idea and decided to go online, on Facebok. There had to be someone online who could tell my mum to tell Aunt M. to please call me immediately, right?
So I took out my laptop, and connected to the airport wifi, first 15 minutes is free so this was do or die!!
I got online and I find none other than Aunt M there, God answers prayers!

So I immediately tell her I missed my flight, and at first she thinks I am joking. Then it really hits home...what to do?She had me check with other airlines if anyone else would be flying to Poland, but no luck. Once again all flights were booked. (What in the world were people going to do in Poland anyway?!)

Long story short, Aunt M who had already gone through customs and had been about to board her flight had to 'come back into the country'. I can only imagine the drama it was to try and explain why she was not boarding the flight and that she needed her check-in luggage taken off the plane. Then she came and found me...and I felt safe again!
Airports can be scary!

So we searched high and low and finally got a flight that would take me back to Poland albeit not to Poznan, my city. But that was way better than being stranded in Paris. I flew to Warsaw and from there took a train and finally I was home(away from home).
We had another night in Paris, she loved us so much she just could not let go...that's the story ;-)

She finally let us leave the next day.