5:00 pm
I guess I feel better that it's raining. Makes being inside working 10 hours much easier. I am going absolutely stir-crazy. There is so much to do! And, unfortunately, I won't get everything done by Tuesday. I was hoping to go out tonight and not work at all tomorrow, but I'll probably work 1/2 day. Plus, if it rains, I won't go to the market in Fuengirola. But I do need to get some gifts. Shit, I still need to find a place to live! Mitchell tells me his friend will find something for me, but he hasn't called.
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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!