2:00 pm
I'm not really in the mood to write, but I don't have much else to do. We're in the train station waiting to go to Tangier. We were supposed to leave at 7:30 this morning, but the alarm didn't go off! Shit. What a waste. And now we don't know if we can make the last ferry to Algecieras. It would be a drag staying in Tangier again. With the hustlers. I hate wasting time. And I might have to miss work tomorrow. Too bad!
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Coming home after a month-long journey through Europe in 1991, I decided to quit my job at an upscale Michigan school district and move to Spain. I arrived in Malaga in January 1992 - never having set eyes on it before. I had a lot of hopes, a great deal of fortitude, and a little bit of money. This is my journal of that year in Spain.
Mikeywaz
- Mikeywaz
- In 1992, in part due to the First Bush Iraq War, I decided to leave a comfortable job in Michigan and move to Malaga, Spain. Since we visited Belize in 2008, Frank and I have been itching to hit the road. This year, we're pulling the trigger! Portimao, Portugal, here we come!
No comments:
Post a Comment