But the summer that followed was the time of my life. I discovered that my Italian was far better than I gave myself credit for. I was more resourceful and independent than I knew and I was more capable of being flexible and spontaneous than I had imagined. The tripped proved that I was capable, self-reliant and apparently very attractive based on all the positive attention I got from the locals.
The morning I was to leave for home, I found myself alone in the empty lobby of my hotel. I needed to catch a cab to the airport to make my flight to Boston. It was 5:00 am and no one was around. I couldn't check out, but figured they had my credit card info so I tried to leave. The automatic door would not open. I jumped up and down in front of the sensor. I attempted to pry it open with my finger nails. I tried the phone at the front desk, but there was no one to call. Finally I sat down on a couch in the lobby and took a few deep breaths.
If I missed my flight I would just have to find another way to get home. It would be a pain in the ass, but it wasn't like I wouldn't be able to get back. Three months earlier this situation would have had me in tears, panicking, beside myself. But now, though I wished things were working out more smoothly, I was composed and resolved. I would find a way to make it work. After an hour, another family came down and found an emergency button on the wall around the corner that opened the door. I bolted out of the hotel, stole a cab from a couple waiting at the train station down the street, and caught my flight as it was boarding. But had I panicked or lost my cool, who knows if I would have been composed enough to pull it off.
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