5:10 am
One drink! I swear I went to Bolivia for one drink! Just a re-cap for now. Details to follow.... Joel. Bolivia last two nights. Job -- camera, audio, languages. $1800/month. “Blew the job of a lifetime.” Oh, Marbella. 2:30 am. 18 August. 20 August. Black and white. Pink shirt, no deoderant. Donde looking for girls. 30 miles -- me and Joel. English car. What does he want from me? Why is he so interested in me? So nice to me? Why ask?
12:00 pm
I should get a shirt that says “I got fucked in Spain.” No money yet. Herbert says we’re going to sit down with Bernardo on Monday. I’m really feeling that I may not see the money. I definitely will quit if I do get it. Right now, I have $25.00 to my name. Fucked.
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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!