3:10 am
I guess I shouldn't have forced myself to go out. I didn't have such a great time. Annelies and I walked to El Palo, met some friends of hers -- she knows so many people -- had some tapas and drinks. It was nice. She's a good friend. She said I "can't leave her." She also said that Bob was the nicest person she's met and thinks I need to pursue him. Maybe. He obviously needs more time. He hasn't written me! But then I made myself go out again at 1:00 am, although I was very tired. It was okay. I saw a lot of people I knew. But I was pretty bored, really. And tired. I didn't take a siesta today.
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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!