Day 29 - "Been There Before"

All I can say is get me the hell out of here. Pretty much had the worst morning ever.

Woke up around 9, even though my alarm clock was set for 11, and I had the worst stomach ache. Took some Tums, which helped, got up to go to the bathroom, then tried to go back to sleep. No luck.

Then I went out in the hallway, and I noticed that there were suitcases packed and sitting on the floor. Then my host dad says to me, “Do you want us to walk you to the train station?” And I said, “Well, my train doesn’t leave until 9:30 at night.”

And then the shit hit the fan.

I told them that my friend’s parents were staying at a hotel, and I could just go there, but then my host mom said that they would have to be out by 12:30, anyway. So I called Alee to see what her parents were going to do, and her host mom was going to let her parents leave their suitcases at her house. But her host mom was sleeping when I called, and she didn’t want to wake her up, so basically, I was fucked. Then I called Stephanie, and pretty much the same response. But then she suggested that I just stick the key in their mailbox, which made sense to me. But Berta said that wouldn’t work because you can reach down in the top of the mailboxes and grab stuff out.

This is not a sketch neighborhood. You have to have a key to get into the building itself PLUS a key to get into the apartment, obviously. BUT, when you leave the apartment and the door closes, you can’t get back in without a key. So I didn’t really understand what the huge deal was. But apparently, it was one.

I could tell they were pissed as shit, then Berta just said they would have to come back tonight to lock the door.

Good riddance, I guess.

REALLY great way to end my stay here.

Luckily, Daniella, Amanda, and Stephanie wanted to go out for lunch, and we finally got to eat in the adorable little outdoor plaza. It was yummy and so cute.

Then we shopped downtown for a little bit, I picked up some snacks, and now I’m back in the apartment. I think I’ll finish watching the Strong Enough to Break documentary and chill out in bed for awhile before tackling those ridiculous hills with 70+ pounds of luggage.

It’s gonna be a good time.