Stuck in the Netherlands

I'm back in the Netherlands, working at the B and B. There have been some interesting developments since i was last here both of the other employees quit. so i am literally running the place by myself. I do the dishes and the laundry the cleaning and the front desk, i am the night watchmen as well as backyard BBQ coordinator. When i was in Southeast Asia every guest house had someone who lived there sleeping in the living room or entrance way, i always thought how crappy a gig that was. I now find myself sleeping in the living room of the B and B.  i am not sure how much longer that i will be doing this job. If there was pay, something, 20 euro a day, i would stay another two weeks. but there isn't. it has been good on the wallet and i am saving money everyday i stay here but i get out very little. I take a half hour walk, outside the doors everyday and for that i need the owner to be here and that's not predicable at all. i don't work all day but i am here all day. i wake up at six thirty everyday and clean up then i sleep for a few hours in the upstairs closet i have turned into my room. The owner hates stairs and i am quite certain my third floor lair will go unnoticed. the only thing between me and full closet room security is the Russian handy man Yuri who seems to be too nosey for his own good. he wanted the keys to the upstairs closet to get a spare bed out the other day and i had to talk him out of it. i have to keep an eye on him all the time. after my nap, i come down around noon and start my day which will end when i kick everyone out of the lounge at midnight. if people are having a good time i tend to stay open a while longer.  I have made some friends here which helps everything immensely. all in all the people who come here are good people and i have liked almost all of them. The people that seem to make the most trouble, be the loudest and make the most mess are the Dutch men. They come in huge groups on the weekend and destroy the place. i think i will fly the coop Saturday morning. i will slip out before the owner gets here to make her famous pancakes. there is a girl starting the same day and so i wont be leaving them empty handed. I don't think i can take another weekend. the past 11 days have been a wild experience but its time to get rolling. To Spain i go, not sure how yet, I'm working on it. i will be headed in the direction of Barcelona where i have a friend from the first week on my trip in the Philippines. I had warned her about a bridge, watched her fall of said bridge and then helped her out of the river she ended up in. I will land there on a weekend, rock Barcelona for a few days and then head to the coast between Barcelona and Madrid waiting out my trip to South America with my feet in the water hopefully. I would love to get to Ibeza but i doubt i will get that far. 


Update: i wrote this and a lot has changed in my life since then. I left the B and B. walked out the door and never looked back, it was too much for too little and i decided to head to Amsterdam for a night and to get a train to Barcelona. however there are no trains or bus's going to Spain, not just Barcelona, spain, the closest i can get actually is Paris. so it would seem that im stranded at the moment. in Amsterdam. im not crying about it but i currently have no idea how i will get to my final European destination. i might stand out by the highway with my thumb up. wish me luck.