Never thought I would think such a thing, but right now I feel that hygiene and household cleanliness should be taught in school.

I have been kicked out. With two weeks notice.

I would not have minded at all, if Concha had said that it was too much of a hassle for her to be opening the windows and airing the place out whenever she wanted to smoke. I would not have minded at all, if she had told me that is why I have to leave. But to pee on the seat, leave her inside out, bunched up pajamas, socks or underwear in the bidet (and continuously remove the chair I put in there, so I could put my clothes on something while showering), and leave her dishes piling up in the sink for days so that it is impossible to wash anything unless you remove them, (including returning them to the sink to store them there for a few more days after I remove them so I can use the sink), and then imply that I am not doing my part with the communal living area...

No, that is not all. When she cooks, leaves the counters and stovetop dirty. There are two electrical outlets that have had the sockets removed and bare wire is hanging out of one, under my desk. The other, above my bed, right where I might be liable to reach up and stick my hand, I took the initiative myself to put a piece of tape over. I asked her already about getting some grout from her mother, and offered to fix the leak in the shower, so we don't have to mop a puddle of water every time we shower. There are two unused rooms in the house, in which she piles unused belongings, in a heap. A bunch of random odds and ends have been on the hall table since the day I moved in, collecting dust. The shelf that is dangling off the wall in my room fell once when I bumped it and all my belongings went down, breaking my bottle of purple nailpolish all over. My "door" is two doors that meet in the middle but don't close well. There should be 4 door handles - one on each side of each door. There is only one. I've wanted them as closed as I could get them, first due to the smoke and then due to Rocio (with whom, luckily, the relationship has shifted for the better). I have to close the doors by hanging onto a tiny edge with my fingertips. I've wanted to ask her again about the grout, about doorhandles (could install myself if necessary!) and about the electrical outlets (I could leave the dangling shelf and just attempt not to touch it), but she is never home. In Spain it won't do to just rush up to someone and say, "look, I need this done - now!" That's the only way it was going to get said, because when we did cross paths it was niceties, and the other lady was ranting enough at her already, which I knew she couldn't handle - and then she was gone again.

We discussed Rocio at the beginning of the month. Concha said she was going to tell her to leave. Then Rocio told me that Concha had told her we would both have to leave because we weren't getting along and this bothered Concha. I was certain Concha had used that excuse so that she wouldn't have to tell Rocio directly that she couldn't stand her. Concha continued being really warm to me.
Well, Rocio and I mended things between us. Maybe for that reason, Concha had no option but to kick us both out in the end. I don't know.

I arrived home yesterday (from an excellent day with Jill and Brian from Vancouver!) to get ready for my class with Marcelino. Concha did not look okay. After a brief "hola". She said, "you have to find a new place for next month."

Her bike had been stolen from the little entrance hallway downstairs. There are two doors - the outside door and another kind of fancy iron grate one. A few days after moving in here, I noticed that the outside door was often shut but not closed properly - it was not closed with sufficient force to latch it. I made an effort to pull it all the way back, so it would slam shut properly, or pull it shut by hand. I still found that sometimes it would be open when I got back (due to others in the house). This along with the lack of care about the rest of the house, I suppose made me a little less careful about being totally sure the door was closed. If anyone had told me clearly, "do take care to shut the door by hand, as it doesn't shut properly", and indicated some sort of general effort by all, to do so, and care about it, I would have done that. Concha never said anything, neither did she explain a single thing about the house - I still do not know how to get to the rooftop, if I need a key for it, and what time the garbage bin is put out so that I can take the garbage out.

I don't think it was me who was responsible for the door being open, but I cannot be absolutely sure. Feeling that the rest of the house possibly didn't really make the effor to shut it, nor any effort really about anything, as well as the door and doorway themselves being dirty and uncared for, I suppose did not motivate me to stand there and shut it by hand every time.

After asking her a bit more, she implied that I did not do my part in looking after the place, and that someone had left the door open. She was obviously very upset about her stolen biken (it was funky). She then told me that she was sorry because she still liked me, and didn't really have a problem with me, but now she needed some time to herself - that was apparent. She looked rattled and unwell mentally. I finally clued in that some of her weirdness may be drugs. It is either that or mental illness - there is something abnormal. So she was asking us both to leave and she was going to "start over". The bombshell is that her mother wants to rent the place out for Semana Santa. It may be that all the problems with us are true, but that one thing makes me completely doubt it. It is possible they do this every year - take people for a few months and then kick them out to make loads of money for Semana Santa. Also her mother knows some girls her village that want an apartment.

Mostly, I am sick of the crazy and random personal hygiene and home cleaning rules of the people I have had to live with. I've cleaned my dishes religiously, cleaned up the counter, stove and bathroom sink after the others and mopped the bathroom floor every time I use it, but get complained at for not taking out the garbage and perhaps (but I am not even sure) not mopping the rest of the floors, which are a losing battle, and which Concha cleans almost every other time I see her.