I will never think of Volcanos in the same way

This is what I see when I look at volcanoes. I strongly believe I now see their true evil colors, they will never have my trust and I will never think of them as majestic sleeping giants ever again. Take that nature.
I had planned out my April travels perfectly, after becoming a beautiful bronzed goddess while relaxing on the beaches of Fuerteventura I was supposed to fly back to Pavia, spend two days organizing my life then have a super smashing birthday bash followed by two days of recovery which was then to be followed by a romantic trip to Paris with my best British mate.
Instead I arrived at the airport in Fuerteventura Saturday morning only to find my flight canceled due to volcanic activity in Greenland. I then spent 7 and a half hours standing in line to find out when exactly I could make it off the island. After the first 2 hours it was clear there was NO way I was going to be able to make it back to Pavia in time for my birthday which was sad, but the saddest and scariest part was that all my friends were flying to Madrid the next morning which meant that if their flight did not end up getting canceled I would be spending my 20th birthday all alone stranded on a desert island! I had terrifying images of me sitting on the beach all alone sobbing out of loneliness as the occasional nudist passed by gawking at me. Thinking back it seems like such a silly thing to be so upset about, but at the time I was devastated! I finally got to the Ryanair desk and got a flight to Madrid on Tuesday and on Thursday a flight back to Milan. I was supposed to fly from Milan to Paris on Wednesday...so I had no idea how this whole thing was going to turn out. Darn volcanoes!
Luckily I had the bright idea to head to the airport the next morning with my friends and beg and plead to be put on the standby list and it worked!!! All six of us arrived in Madrid smugly thinking we had beat nature. Then we found out all trains to the south of France(where they all live and study this semester) were completely booked as well as all buses. We found this paper plate on the ground and considered taking it..until we remembered we had found the offer written on a paper plate laying on the ground.

So instead we found Angel(pronounced Anhhhhel) the taxi driver who turned out actually to be an Angel! He offered to drive us all the way to Aix en Provence in his own minivan since we wouldn't fit into his regular taxi car. We took off on our 11 hour road trip in high spirits. We spent all the many hours singing to all types of music. Angel even shared his favorite Spanish with us and tried to teach us how to do the correct clapping...we never mastered it completely, but I still appreciate his efforts. By 3:30 on the morning of my birthday we had arrived in Aix en Provence! Success!