Movera is a small town near Zaragoza where we were staying. We drove to Zaragoza by bus, which ran at intervals of 30 minutes. The first day we headed towards the school we were waiting for a bus at the station, on the other side of the road sat an elderly local who suddenly started walking towards us. The gentleman, of course, did not know English, but he still wanted to tell us something. He then motioned for us to follow him, so we followed him. Not far away was another station where he somehow told us that this one was correct, and at the same moment he started to step forward, we thanked him in Spanish, but he didn’t react. When our bus arrived, we really saw that it came from a completely different side than we expected. We will remember the event forever, as the gentleman suddenly appeared and showed us the right way, as if someone had sent it just for us.
