Tuesday, November 3, 1992

11:00 am

One of my final breakfasts on my terrace. Another beautiful day. It's election day! I'm "optimistically cautious." Or is that "cautiously optimistic"? Either way, it's looking pretty good. The Spanish TV stations have live coverage beginning at 1:00 am. An all-nighter watching the election returns! I'm so weird.


2:20 pm

So I saw María José. It's a shame we didn't keep in touch better. I'll miss her. Who knows? Maybe she'll end up in the U.S. some day. Then I went to the port and saw a couple of U.S. battleships docked there. There was a German sitting ship there, too, and the crew was hoisting the sails in formation and all. It was pretty cool. Nine months later, I'm still discovering new things.