Escape Route Destination: Barcelona Transportation: Fast Train purchased by the new host father Departure: 10:30 Monday morning Arrival: 1:50 Monday afternoon Current contract ends: March 8th Today's date: Sunday February 10th Breaking the contract: now Wish me: luck So, I've pretty much quit every job I've ever had and have broken up with or broken things off with probably 60% of my relationships (including friendships), but I've yet to break up with a family I'm living with in another country. I brainstormed some ideas and these were my top 2:I couldn't find any sticky notes, and even if I did, I'm sure the mom's voice would call out "It's for the kids!"I couldn't find a Spanish translation card. I felt it's bad enough I'm leaving, now I'm going to make them read it in a language they're still trying to learn?Unfortunately, it has to be an American number for the app to send the message....So, since none of my top three break-up plans panned out, I spent the afternoon in Madrid at a market. Slept until 7pm church, and then after church, I asked the dad if he could talk. Yeah, it felt like a break-up. "Hey, do you have a minute I can talk to you about something?" His response reinforced my rationale for what I was about to do. "Si. Later." Okay, bro, I thought. So, when he finally did come up stairs to hear me out, I said..... in bullet points so you just get the facts, since I'm not always verbatim, especially with words I have said.
Anddddddd I think that was the jest of it. He sat there with a slate expression and then agreed with me.... and didn't expect me to stay the whole of it wasn't gonna work! He said not everyone at his job gets along with everyone and no one knows why..... but that's how it is. He took NO responsibility for not even addressing the concerns I had informed him of weeks ago. He was very apathetic, but at least he didn't kick me out my last night. I helped the oldest with a project that night, joked with the two youngest, and retrieved my luggage from their garage ( it isn't allowed in the house, I didn't care. I'm leaving anyway)! Then, Monday morning, I bid them fairwell and pushed my heavy rolling suitcase out their front door and closed the gate behind me for the last time. OH WAIT! I went back to their house because I forgot the ball of mozzarella I bought and had in there fridge. I'll be damned if they eat the food I bought when they starved me the duration of my stay. On my train ride to freedom, I sure did break open that mozzarella and paired it with some crackers I snuck from the back of one of their cabinets. Best lunch i had in the 3 1/2 weeks I was with them! Could NOT have said it better myself, George Bailey!
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