Let me out of this country!!!

What a bummer. It has been raining this whole week, and according to the forecast, it ain't stopping till Tuesday. Ruined what was going to be a glorious beach weekend in Malaga. Now I am staying home the whole weekend. What a lovely beginning to my last full week in Spain, one which is going to be the busiest that I have had in my whole 8 months here. I have about a million make-up classes to teach in addition to my normal ones. If I didn't have only 12 days left in this soggy part of the world, I might just run away. I could probably hitchhike my way to Lisbon, cut my hair short, adopt a cockney accent, and get a job as a cabin boy on a freighter headed across the Atlantic or something. But since my airline ticket is bought and everything is starting to wrap up, I guess I'll just stick it out until the 30th. But what a looooooooong twelve days it's gonna be...

I am sitting in my room with the door closed, and still Ruben's cigarette smoke is drifting under the door. Also, the bang-bang-bang sound I hear coming from the bathroom tells me that he is shaving. How can a person smoke and shave at the same time? That sounds incredibly difficult. Well, since he goes through about 3 packs a day, I guess he has had a lot of practice. Sure won't miss that.

Here's a list of things I won't miss about living in this apartment:
the flute player next door
everything smelling like smoke
gay sex noises at 7:00am
Spanish TV
roommates stealing my food
Ruben listening to the same song on repeat for hours (that is no exaggeration)
neighbor's wi-fi (that I bum off of) turning off around midnight every night
trying to decipher my other roommate Charo's Andalusian accent

Here are a few things I won't miss about Madrid in general:
no free refills in restaurants
the "th"
teaching English
the metro
Spanish women and their scary scolding way of talking to you
several of my students
being lonely

Here are some things I will miss:
bocadillos
Spanish tortillas
free tapas
big pretty buildings everywhere
H&M and Zara
several of my students
peace and solitude

...Ok, I am totally not going to miss THAT. Just now, I got a call from Charo, who has been staying in Granada for the past two months. She did the unbelievably annoying thing that many Spanish young people do, which is to call someone with your cell phone and then immediately hang up so that your phone won't be charged for the call. Then the person receiving the call has to call you back, therefore being the one who has to spend the money on the call. I am wise to this, and so I didn't call her back. If she wants to talk to me, she can just call me properly and use her own stupid minutes. She did the call-and-hang-up thing three times. The fourth time my phone rang, it continued to ring for awhile, so I answered it. And all I could garner from the conversation was that she wanted to know which day I was leaving, something that I have told her at least 20 times on various occasions since moving into this apartment in September. Either she has a terrible memory or she's a complete idiot. I am banking on number two.