(Friday) 12:30 am 27 March 1992
Wow! It's really the end of March already? I've been here 8 weeks. I don't believe it! Still nothing with the job. I hate this "waiting game." I enjoyed staying home tonight with a bottle of wine and my music, writing letters. It was very nice. I hope I get more letters soon. they pick me up so much! Tomorrow is María José's last day. That must be very emotional for her. I hope we can still get together a couple of times before she goes to England. Fortune favors the bold.
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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!