cry me a river--ok, i´ll join you

Ay. What a disaster this day has been. Although i got paid! YAY. For three months! Woohooo. I´m rich! Well, comparatively. So, my dear friend esther, my one and only link to young people in priego, recently was bit by a bug i´ll call wanderlust. We have a 9 day break now, and she asked where i was going( i wasn´´t sure at the time) and she suggested morocco. Said she has a friend there. Ok, awesome. I´m there. We´re supposed to leave tomorrow. Then things change.

Raul, the spaniard who my canadian/bulgarian housemate is curently having an affair with, his mother gets the awful diagnosis of having very little time left to live. Maia(housemate) and him have been staying in the hospital virtually every day-night for the last week. Esther, is raul´s best friend, although she seems rather blase about the whole occurings. This, is because Esther feels neglected by Raul in wake of his relationship with maia. Are you still with me? In any case, its been a week and a half and raul´s mom is still alive.

Esther also ´finds out´ that the date of her final exam is earlier than she thought, next week in fact, on the friday(we are supposed to return on thurs) and says she didnt think it would be possible that her exam could be that early. Hi, i went to college too--and if you plan an extended vacation even a week before such an important exam you ARE A FOOL. Maybe she just realized how stupid the plan was--but now i´m basically screwed because of it.

The whole time i´ve been here, esther has pretty much treated me like a walking, talking, doll. She pinches my cheeks and i´m grateful that i can understand what she expects of me--sitting pretty. Check. I can do that. And even before this happened, i was a bit worried about the trip because i get the feeling she doesn´t expect or even want me to have opinions--she´s cocky and she likes being right. Well, surprise, i have opinions! And, i´m being immodest here, but they tend to be well-informed. It´s like she thinks that telling me the day before we´re supposed to leave(after i´ve spent the majority of the week on teh computer trying to look up things about morocco, places to stay etc), is OK. No Biggie.

It is--because the thought of staying in my town for 9 days without work makes me want to die.
Ah, yes this is bad you say. Well, i try to express this to Anabelle(my boss and also one of my closest friends here) and i, god damnit, i start crying(also my grandpa needs another surgury and he´s 92 which is very concernign seeing as how he is the backbone of my family and like my second father) and then she starts crying adn ssays she worried about me , that they NEED me here...and now i feel like complete shit because i know im leaving in feb to go back to ireland.

Mierda.