Well on Thursday, I hadn't heard from the agency that I book the apartment through. I ended up crashing on Peter and Michael's couch for the night, and finally on Friday moved into my apartment.
When I first got there, the lady was so nice and they had 2 adorable children. I was really looking forward to it. Welllllll, about an hour later, they told me I had to give them ALL THE RENT in cash right away. Peter and I spent the next few hours trying to get money transferred and pull money out from ATMs all over Barcelona. I went back at night and told them that it was impossible for me to get all that money right away. They ended up letting me pay some "grace period" money to cover me for the weekend. After that, I didn't see them the rest of the weekend, until this morning.
Early this morning, I heard a knock on my door, and it was my landlady. She told me that she and her husband had decided that it was best I didn't stay there anymore. When I asked her why, she said many reasons, and wouldn't even tell me. She said I had to pack my stuff up and leave that morning, and she would give me a refund. I quickly got out of the apartment, gave her my keys and got out of there.
Today, I find myself homeless, YET AGAIN, and staying at Peter's and Michael's place. I have nowhere to stay. This is the most insane, outrageous, bizarre experience. I still cannot believe that actually happened. And I am sooooo confused! Literally...in. shock. So hopefully CEA will be able to find me a place to live with them. At this point, that is just the best option and I really hope it will work out. I can't do this apartment hunt anymore. I'm burnt out.
I am trying to figure out why God has chosen to test me on this particular endeavor. I am looking for the silver lining and the lesson I am supposed to learn. I have learned that I am a lot stronger and a lot more brave that I have ever given myself credit for.
Despite the apartment issues, my first full week in Barcelona wasn't terrible. If I can even pretend to block out the apartment issues, I can try to remember what I have done. I've had some good food, good drinks and good times with friends. Tuesday, I have 3 classes, which is rough, but it will be okay. I am excited for my photography class but completely dreading my spanish literature class (it is so hard!) I don't have classes on Friday here, so it is nice only having 4 days of academic classes. Thursday night, we ended up going to the clubs, which are so ornate. The drinks were so expensive, so needless to say, we didn't drink. The next night, we went to a bar close to here and had a good time. Peter and I met this awesome guy who lives in Hong Kong and had a great time talking to him. We then went to a bar called "Catwalk," which was really fun. We all danced and had a great time! Saturday was spent walking around the city and hanging out. Saturday night, we ended up trying to go see the Magic Fountain show in Montujic; however, they are fixing the fountain and it won't be open until February. At least we will still be here! Then we walked around and went to dinner at the only restaurant open in the area. It was crazy how everything was closed. While walking to dinner, we ran into a carnival on the streets and bought some churros and looked at the rides. At dinner, we all had pizza and then went back to the apartment. Peter and I booked a long weekend in Rome for the second week of February. Then today happened. I've slept most of the day away, trying to forget the situation I am in. Hopefully, this week I will have housing settled once and for all. This week should be much better than the last though. Fingers crossed.
Besos.
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