Sometimes Nice really doesn't want you to arrive

I was quite cheerful leaving Salzburg, the land of the Van Trapp family singers, however this quickly changed. I went to Salzburg to Villach, Austria hoping to catch the overnight train to Nice. The man there was confused when I asked about this train and said there was not one, and when I pointed to it on the departure board I found out that this was actually a cargo train and I was not allowed to ride it (i thought seriously about just jumping on) So, instead of leaving at 8pm and arriving at 9am, I would now leave at 4:45am and arrive at 5pm. I debated getting a hotel or not, as there are no hostels in Villach, and in the end bargained a somewhat decent price that included a bag lunch since I'd be missing their free breakfast. 

I got on the train and arrived in Venice, where my first change was, at 8am. While trying to get off the train there was some poor old lady who was confused about which train station this was in Venice and if she needed to get off, stand in the doorway blocking me from getting off, and I tried to help her for a bit and then spotted a worked who I told her to consult instead. This worker got on the train and closed the door, ignoring the old lady. I asked her if I could open the door, as I knew this was my stop and needed to get off. She said no, mumbled something, and then said something about 10 minutes. I was pretty confused but thought for some reason the doors had to be closed for 10 minutes and then I could get off, and kept asking her if I could open the door and get off, each time she told me I couldn't. 2 or 3 minutes later the train started moving. 

10 minutes after pulling about from the train station I realized I was going to miss all my connecting trains. I tried to look up the next train and it was looking like I might not make it to Nice that day, all because that evil woman closed the door and wouldn't let me off. 

I got back to the train station I needed to be at and got tickets to arrive around 9pm, 12 hours later than I originally thought, in Nice. My wonderful big sister was waiting there for me with macaroons, and everything turned around.

Sometimes you have to cry a little bit in Venice.