It was a mix of being proud of myself and happiness of making dreams come true.
Little did I know that the bus driver would drop me right outside the train station, which at first sight seemed abandoned and pretty much in the middle of nowhere, and that the only people to ask directions to were a bunch of teenagers smoking weed. Thank God they just pointed me in the right way and didn't mention that I was seriously far from my hostel, to which I would take two hours to get to.
My hostel was not even a hostel. It felt more like I was couchsurfing with a local family. The first day there was just me and a chinese girl, and the second day she left, leaving me with three guys, one of them being Brazilian which made me really excited because I hadn't been able to speak Portuguese for what seemed a very long time. So you can understand how this really is a small town, as soon as I arrived, the chinese girl in my room told me the woman running to place was married to a man who had left his wife (who was running another hostel in town) for her!
Here I got lost, I had my breakfast attacked by a bee, I went to a restaurant where I ate great Goulash, I talked Portuguese, I thought I'd lost my camera charger and made it the end of the world (I found it eventually). I carried my heavy backpack to the bus station, only for the lady to tell me she didn't accept payments with card and sending me all the back to the center of the town, making me loose my bus to Prague. And getting to the bus station again, the driver told me I couldn't go on the bus because it was full, which basically made me volunteer to go on the luggage place and begging for him to let me in, as I had already lost two buses and I needed to get that one or I would get to Prague by night and I would be in a lot of trouble! LUCKY ME, he found a place for me and I was able to get to Prague eventually.