OH MY GOD OF COURSE

So. Two things, just now.

1.

I had fish for lunch. I'm so sorry. At least I tried it.. It was boquerones again (which are like.. sardines..), and then two other kinds.. one was circular and the other you had to take off part of the skin. Maybe it's the fact that I really have no idea how to eat fish. But it's not just that. I got a MOUTHFUL OF FISH SPINE after a bite, I nearly threw up. I am so lucky there was no one at the table eating with me at the time.. my mouth was contorted into a permanent frown of disgust...

I don't think it has anything to do with how it's cooked, I think my host mom is a great cook! It's just the content. Like, I can't. The texture, the spines, the smell... It's all too much. I thought, in the very beginning, I could at least try it a few times, learn to like it, give it a chance. Now I've realized that I will always find fish to be one of the most repulsive things that we humans consume. IM NOT KIDDING. Apart from tuna sandwiches, I cannot deal with fish. And maybe fried.. whenever anything is fried it's INSTANTLY better... But you will NEVER see me go to a restaurant and order fish. I promise you, it will NEVER be my choice. 

I'm so sorry. I really did try. I've since brushed my teeth. And flossed. Thoroughly.

Rant. Over.

2.

After I finished ALL OF THE FISH (thank goodness for french fries and lettuce for being my in-between bites to get the flavor OUT), I was eating some clementines as a PALATE CLEANSER.. and Carlos had put the news on.

GUESS WHAT HAPPENS ON THE NEWS?

Iberia Airlines, which just so happens to be the Airline I AM MEANT TO TAKE TO GO HOME IN SEVENTEEN DAYS, is having a STRIKE.

That's right, all the land and flight crew except for the pilots are going on STRIKE before Christmas due to job cuts. Wanna take a guess when the strikes start?

DECEMBER 14th. THE DAY I'M TO GO HOME. December 14th, 18th, and 19th-21st. But it won't be official until Thursday. BUT WHAT THEN? WILL MY FLIGHT BE CANCELLED?! AM I EVER GOING HOME?!

Oh man, the look on my face must've been a mix of horror and a grim/sarcastic/Of-Course-This-Would-Happen-To-Me smile... because Carlos just starts laughing and says 'MIRA LA CARA DE RACHEL!!!!' heh and that actually made me smile.

BUT SERIOUSLY WILL I GO HOME?

Half smile half look of disgust. Captures it PERFECLY