Make your luggage disappear!

I took a train from Paris to Irun, in Spain, and had no problems. Granted I almost broke my back hauling my luggage everywhere, but I definitely got them on and off the train safely, leaving them on the luggage racks.
Well, intercity trains in Spain don´t have luggage racks. Only overhead compartments that are smaller than the in-flight airplane storage.
I had no idea what to do with my two, very large, suitcases. Not to mention my backpack. I ask the woman manning our compartment what I should do with them.
She yells at me, in Spanish of course, that finding a place for my luggage is not her problem, but that I can´t leave them in the area where people board the train.
Okay.
So, with the help of a nice guy sitting in front of me, I pile them onto the empty chair next to me.
When the woman comes back, she yells again, telling me that each passenger is allowed 2 bags no more than 20 kilos each. She says something about eating them - I´m guessing she was telling me to eat my clothes to get rid of them - and then she says I need to make them disappear.
Shoot. I forgot my magic set at home. Can I take a rain check?
Unfortunately at the time, I hadn´t slept much, so I actually felt more like crying than joking around.
Well, a nice man in the middle says ¨Aquì, amiga,¨ and points to a table surrounded by empty seats. So we hide one of my suitcases under there, and then I put the other one in front of my seat and prop my feet up on it.
So then a family boards and wants to know whose enormous suitcase is blocking their feet. So we move it back out of the compartment to where the passengers board again.
Well the woman working for the line comes by again and yells at me...again. She can´t open the door to let people on, so I can´t leave my suitcase there.
I apologize, defeated and tired of being yelled at and put the suitcase in the seat next to me. She says that´s fine for now, but if anyone needs to sit there, I have to stand.
Okay, that´s fine with me. I wish she would have said that the first time.
Luckily, the seat stayed empty and I made it to Madrid with all of my luggage and shared a taxi ride to the hotel with a boy named Wil that I had met before boarding the train, who was also studying abroad.