In the mean time, my parents immediately spring into action after our conversation. Apparently they tried to call me back on the pay phone, but me being such an idiot, had already gone and started treaking my way home.
My parents did not have the number from my current host family, they did however, have the number from my first host family. So they call them at three o'clock in the morning Swiss time, wake them up, and send them into a panic. My host dad from this first family, rushed off and started looking for me in his car, straight away. They also called my current host family and let them know.
My current host mom then tried to reach me on my cell phone, which I had forgotten at the party. My best friend, Bryce picked up, but he was confused the first time and hung up. I'm sure you can imigane how much that freaked her out she thought Bryce was my kidnapper! She called one more time and then Bryce explained that I had left my cell phone there. So then all they could do was wait, while my host dad was driving around looking for me. (He would have found me too if I would have stayed put, or my parents could have reached me on the pay phone and saved a lot of people a lot of panic... Mama Mia.)
Back to me: After an hour of walking I reached Rudolphstetten and was tired from my trek. I sat there, listened to some informational podcasts, and waited for about two hours until the train finally came.
Then I took the train for about an hour and half and arrived safely home in Wohlen at about seven o'clock in the morning. I exited the train to find my host mom standing there waiting for me.
And we all lived happily ever after.
... after I apologized profusely, brought flowers to my first family, and endured my real parents telling me I was grounded. The nice thing though was they weren't really that mad, just glad that I wasn't dead after all.
Yeah, me too.
I could happily put this whole thing behind me, except I know that stupid fine will be coming in the mail any time now.
Next time (as if) I'll get the tears flowing, can't even tell you how much trouble playing that cards gotten me out of.
Oh and here are some happy pictures of me waiting at the train station.