This blog's name will have to change or I will have to start a new one because I now live in Jerez.

This wasn't supposed to happen until the 15th, but it happened today.

Yesterday I came to give a class again to Patricia. Well, I arrived on Sunday night part way through the Eurocup final (futbol). I met Geoffrey at Bar Porron. The next day I helped Geoffrey a little with his rental suite, and went over to Stephen and Patricia's (a different Patricia). Geoffrey's flight back to London left about the same time I had to go teach. I stayed last night here alone.

Well, I would be breathing a big sigh of relief if I wasn't in shock. Sometimes it seems like events really must be due to the stars aligning right or something. A god makes less sense at these sorts of times, because it seems very random. He would have helped you already if he was going to. Then all of a sudden everything just moves at once. On the way down on Sunday night (after have a morning English class with Marcelino and then going at his invitation to the Pena Nino Alfalfa, where he was hanging out with the guys and making paella, which was a whole other interesting story) I text messaged Pepa because I hadn't had a chance to see her that day. I told her that I was in Jerez, that I'd be back the next day or the day after. We had already agreed that I'd leave on July 15th, leaving her with a full month's rent (till the end of July). Well, I didn't really have any choice but to agree because she said that's the way it was, and she's got my damage deposit. She had been really sticky, trying her best to make things difficult for me, when I gave her a month's notice to leave on the 15th. Even though she required a month's notice, she refuses to show the place to anyone new until the former person leaves, and she was going on holiday on the 15th so wouldn't show it till August, but I could not opt to live there part time, between there and Jerez. That was not allowed. So I was going to lose half a month's rent.

So I told her on the way down here that I would have to leave her the damage deposit instead of giving her this month's rent. I have no idea why that was so terrible to her. She wrote back that this was not acceptable, and as of July second, I was no longer living in her house. Come and get your stuff and your deposit, she said.

So I am overjoyed.

I am going to stay at Mara's place and walk Faro a little while she is away, for this week in Seville. Geoffrey had already offered me his place for all of July and so before I left here this morning, I called up a guy with a moving van. I was going to have to rent something anyways, to get my table and heavy 3rd suitcase down here. Rather than moving the stuff in emergency to Mara's house, as I thought last night, I just made the decision as I was about to catch the train back. I have never thrown all my stuff so randomly into bags. Anyways, two Javiers packed my stuff in their van, got us through rush hour out of Seville at 3:00 and past the hills of sunflowers and a Lebrija that is still green, and by 4:30 or so I was back here. Luckily the guy upstairs has his internet turned on and that is why I am able to write this. I will have poor internet access for the next month. I go back again tonight, stay at Mara's with Daniela who is also staying there, so I can teach tomorrow early.

Now I will sweep the dirty terrace by Maria's window (86 year old with a big sparkle in her eye), as she has had to look at a dirty terrace for a long time. Then I will attempt some kind of organisation of my worldly belongings and then get back to Seville, the 3rd trip between there and here today.