Guess what?
I'm going home tomorrow. The long awaited day has finally come for me to return to the United States. Thank God.
Who knows if I'll be writing in this blog much from home. It's not like anybody reads it anyway. And I really should be writing in my notebook.
The demons are saying their bedtime prayers in the other room. How strange. This is the first and only time I've seen them bothering with prayers.
Adios, Pozuelo.
I'm never coming back!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
too tired to title
Today is just six days until I leave. Six days! I can't wait.
This morning I had a little adventure. Having lost my ATM card to an ATM on Sunday, I have been having some money problems. The bank was supposed to overnight my new card without a problem, but someone filled out the address in Spain wrong, so it was held at FedEx, and then there was no way it was going to make it here in time. So I had my dad wire me some money via moneygram, but that turned into a hassle as well. Eventually, this morning, I was able to make my way to a little bank in Majadahonda where I was finally able to collect some cash.
There are details I'm leaving out here just because I'm exhausted. I've been up forever and I didn't sleep well last night.
But, today was not so bad. It had its annoying/tense/frustrating moments, but in the end it was one of the more bearable days. Perhaps in part because I am leaving in six days to go home. And perhaps also in part because I am going to Barcelona tomorrow afternoon.
Oh sweet jesus, I cannot wait to be on my way to Barcelona!
This morning I had a little adventure. Having lost my ATM card to an ATM on Sunday, I have been having some money problems. The bank was supposed to overnight my new card without a problem, but someone filled out the address in Spain wrong, so it was held at FedEx, and then there was no way it was going to make it here in time. So I had my dad wire me some money via moneygram, but that turned into a hassle as well. Eventually, this morning, I was able to make my way to a little bank in Majadahonda where I was finally able to collect some cash.
There are details I'm leaving out here just because I'm exhausted. I've been up forever and I didn't sleep well last night.
But, today was not so bad. It had its annoying/tense/frustrating moments, but in the end it was one of the more bearable days. Perhaps in part because I am leaving in six days to go home. And perhaps also in part because I am going to Barcelona tomorrow afternoon.
Oh sweet jesus, I cannot wait to be on my way to Barcelona!
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Monday, September 3, 2007
Emotional ADD
Well. This family is absolutely nuts and I can't wait for these nine days to be over. I can't wait to be on that plane headed for JFK. I think I'll feel like dancing, I'll be so happy to be going home.
What is making the next five days bearable is the fact that I am totally headed to Barcelona on Friday night. I have the hotel and the flights and everything. And I cleared it with the family. Miryam said "oh, you could have even left earlier, if you wanted" but it's too late to change the flight now. Besides, I think she's full of shit.
No place like home. No place like home. No place like home.
Barcelona!
What is making the next five days bearable is the fact that I am totally headed to Barcelona on Friday night. I have the hotel and the flights and everything. And I cleared it with the family. Miryam said "oh, you could have even left earlier, if you wanted" but it's too late to change the flight now. Besides, I think she's full of shit.
No place like home. No place like home. No place like home.
Barcelona!
Sunday, September 2, 2007
10 days
I've been up now for only a couple hours, and already I am bored out of my mind. And when I am bored like this, I am homesick. I am going to go into Madrid today, but I never want to go too early because then I get bored there too, and then I get even more homesick. The goal is to go into the city in the mid to late afternoon, and hang out until 8 or 9pm and then catch a bus back to Pozuelo. That way, by the time I get back here it is almost time for bed, at the very least time to wind down, and so I can hide out in my room for the most part until I fall asleep. That is how my weekends here go anyway.
But, this is my last weekend in Madrid! Thank God! I'm not leaving until next Wednesday, but I'm going to be in Barcelona next weekend, my last weekend in Spain, which should be a lot of fun. Dad got me a nice hotel (4 star; he got a good deal) and I got the plane tickets. I've been reading the guidebook that Erin and Justin got for me before I left, and am really excited to be getting out of Madrid and away from this family for two days and two nights. I don't get back until Sunday night, so I will only have Monday and Tuesday of that week to work, and then I fly home that Wednesday.
So this is my last full week of torture. I cannot wait to go home. I'm homesick and lonely and this trip has not gotten better over time, only worse. For awhile in the beginning it felt like it might be getting better, but then it didn't. And then it got worse. And now it just sucks. I'm miserable, always fighting back tears, I just want to go home.
Never in my life have I wanted a pair of magic ruby red slippers so badly as I do now.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
Well, today is Sunday. The family has just left to do whatever it is that they do. I saw the boys but not the parents. Which is partially my fault because I keep my door closed until I have a reason to open it. And rarely do I feel the urge to open it. Only out of necessity. But, once it is open, it stays open until I go to bed. Just in case anybody needs me for anything. Or wants to say hello. Or whatever.
God, I want to go home.
But, this is my last weekend in Madrid! Thank God! I'm not leaving until next Wednesday, but I'm going to be in Barcelona next weekend, my last weekend in Spain, which should be a lot of fun. Dad got me a nice hotel (4 star; he got a good deal) and I got the plane tickets. I've been reading the guidebook that Erin and Justin got for me before I left, and am really excited to be getting out of Madrid and away from this family for two days and two nights. I don't get back until Sunday night, so I will only have Monday and Tuesday of that week to work, and then I fly home that Wednesday.
So this is my last full week of torture. I cannot wait to go home. I'm homesick and lonely and this trip has not gotten better over time, only worse. For awhile in the beginning it felt like it might be getting better, but then it didn't. And then it got worse. And now it just sucks. I'm miserable, always fighting back tears, I just want to go home.
Never in my life have I wanted a pair of magic ruby red slippers so badly as I do now.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
Well, today is Sunday. The family has just left to do whatever it is that they do. I saw the boys but not the parents. Which is partially my fault because I keep my door closed until I have a reason to open it. And rarely do I feel the urge to open it. Only out of necessity. But, once it is open, it stays open until I go to bed. Just in case anybody needs me for anything. Or wants to say hello. Or whatever.
God, I want to go home.
Friday, August 31, 2007
back from Javea
Just 12 more days to go, and I am on my way home sweet home.
We just got back to Pozuelo after spending the past two and a half weeks in Javea. Surprisingly, I enjoyed some of the time there. Cinthia and I had some fun. But mostly I counted the days until we would return to Pozuelo, and until I can go home.
There's more to say, for sure, but it's late and I am tired. I need a shower. I am looking forward to that. There was no hot water in Javea, which made bathing properly treacherous. Very unpleasant. But we're back in Pozuelo now, where I'm pretty sure hot water still abounds.
12 days 12 days 12 days....
We just got back to Pozuelo after spending the past two and a half weeks in Javea. Surprisingly, I enjoyed some of the time there. Cinthia and I had some fun. But mostly I counted the days until we would return to Pozuelo, and until I can go home.
There's more to say, for sure, but it's late and I am tired. I need a shower. I am looking forward to that. There was no hot water in Javea, which made bathing properly treacherous. Very unpleasant. But we're back in Pozuelo now, where I'm pretty sure hot water still abounds.
12 days 12 days 12 days....
Friday, August 10, 2007
naivete
Never again. That much is for sure. Never again am I putting my sanity on the line like this. Never again am I trusting another family's decency. Because appearances are always decieving.
"Oh, but we are giving you the best! The best room, best towels, the best house. Star treatment! How can you throw it back in our face?"
Because you can't see me, can you? You never took into account that you were allowing another person to enter your lives. Another person with another perspective and another way of doing things. That is not to say that I am not open minded. Jesus am I trying my darndest to roll with the punches, to go with the flow, to take things lightly. But in turn, I ask for a little respect, and a little understanding. Understand that I'm learning. That you need to commincate with me. That I am not a mind reader.
Now she's talking about me, I'm sure. About last night. About the disaster that is me. If you are so frustrated with me, so disappointed, so furious, then fire me. Do something. Because I'm out of options. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know how to appeal to you. I'm sorry you thought I was someone I'm not. But you should have asked me questions about myself from the beginning. If tennis is important to you, why didn't you tell me so? If I was supposed to be athletic to please you, you should have said something from the get go. Because I could have told you that I am none of these things. That I can't play tennis. That I am not athletic. That I like quiet things and books, and respect. And we could have stopped wasting each other's time a year ago.
But no. No, you said nothing. And now what? It's too late, is it not? Already a year of our lives are gone, money has been spent and impressions have been changed. So now what? Do you want me to quit? I can't. I don't have enough money to get home. But if you'll pay for my ticket, take me to the airport, fine with me. I'd be happy to leave. I'd leave tonight.
Still, no. Of course not.
Dear God, get me out of here.
"Oh, but we are giving you the best! The best room, best towels, the best house. Star treatment! How can you throw it back in our face?"
Because you can't see me, can you? You never took into account that you were allowing another person to enter your lives. Another person with another perspective and another way of doing things. That is not to say that I am not open minded. Jesus am I trying my darndest to roll with the punches, to go with the flow, to take things lightly. But in turn, I ask for a little respect, and a little understanding. Understand that I'm learning. That you need to commincate with me. That I am not a mind reader.
Now she's talking about me, I'm sure. About last night. About the disaster that is me. If you are so frustrated with me, so disappointed, so furious, then fire me. Do something. Because I'm out of options. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know how to appeal to you. I'm sorry you thought I was someone I'm not. But you should have asked me questions about myself from the beginning. If tennis is important to you, why didn't you tell me so? If I was supposed to be athletic to please you, you should have said something from the get go. Because I could have told you that I am none of these things. That I can't play tennis. That I am not athletic. That I like quiet things and books, and respect. And we could have stopped wasting each other's time a year ago.
But no. No, you said nothing. And now what? It's too late, is it not? Already a year of our lives are gone, money has been spent and impressions have been changed. So now what? Do you want me to quit? I can't. I don't have enough money to get home. But if you'll pay for my ticket, take me to the airport, fine with me. I'd be happy to leave. I'd leave tonight.
Still, no. Of course not.
Dear God, get me out of here.
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