12:50 am
The yellow half-moon hangs over the city like a Lucky Charm. I took a walk down to the beach and sat on the rocks watching and listening to the waves crashing in. Didn't want to go out tonight. Gitta's in Marbella anyway. Actually, I had planned to take a bike ride, but I got to watching the Olympics and "Some Like it Hot." I swear I won't watch as much TV after the Olympics! I've been studying Spanish a little bit. And I've been doing push-ups and sit-ups. I feel a need to improve myself. So much potential, Mike. Don't forget that! So much to do yet. Don't give up. Don't be discouraged. 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!