Vamos!

All hell has broken loose. My landlord, Diego, showed up last night without my deposit. After two hours i bullied him into giving it to me after talking with his son. Diego is the dumbest fatest person I ever met. We agreed he would give me the deposit the day before i left in June, but he always goes back on his word. ¨How much water could i use?" Then he said he had to make sure the place wasn´t damaged. What could i possibly do in one day to hurt a ceiling that is peeling and falling on my stove and in my sink, or the moldy bedroom, leaking fridge, jury-rigged clothesline, or broken showerhead supported by a hangar (very ingenious of Kristen). Then he told me to get out in an hour. I told him to go fuck himself. I am still there, but sleeping at JJ´s tonight where i will store my stuff. Sydney and Kristen still have stuff at our place, which further complicates things and Syd is still hurting from the bruising she took.

Diego came in this morning at 11 and said in Spanish "You´re still here."

" Of course I am. And you smell like ham," I said in English.I´ll help Syd move her stuff, meet Maria at 5 in Atoche, say good bye and then meet JJ at ten to move. No rest for the wicked. Then London. Then home.

Adios!