Wednesday, June 24, 1992

(Wednesday) 10:00 am 24 June 1992

Wow. Been home a week already. So much going on! Stayed with Matt and Elizabeth the first few nights. We had a really nice time. Spent Friday night getting stoned at Jenny's. Had a "literary brunch" at Jane's on Sunday. Went to a surprise graduation party for Barb Gough and saw Bob and Alec and Paul and Bonnie on Saturday, although I missed the Wasung reunion. Saw Becky Sunday night. Went to Mr. Joe's and Taco Bell with the Bloomfield gang. Busy, busy! But I'm having fun. Staying at Karen and Rick's now. Gosh, I love their house in the 'burbs. Some day. But not now. Talked to Bob briefly. He sent me a wonderful card. He's still pursuing plans to go to Spain for 3 - 4 months. Jenny hopes to come in the fall. Beth Chasco will visit in September. Fun! Haven't seen Dingo yet! Bob and Alec are pregnant again. Donna still is. So much for a quickie update.

Wednesday, June 17, 1992

(Wednesday) 3:00 pm 17 June 1992

Oh, the dreaded lay-over in Montreal. It was snowing when I was here 4 1/2 months ago. Almost made it! Only 2 hours left! Elizabeth is picking me up at the airport. I've been talking to a woman from Ann Arbor sitting next to me. Talking politics, EC, Supreme Court. It's so nice meeting cool people. So much to look forward to these next weeks! I enjoyed wandering around London yesterday. Bought some books and CDs. Had dinner in Chinatown. I love London. Shame about the weather. Actually, it was nice yesterday. Better than Málaga's been. I'll be in the humidity of Detroit soon!

Tuesday, June 16, 1992

3:00 pm

Back in my beloved England. I do enjoy this place. It's so comforting for some reason. I love this train ride from Gatwick to London. The British countryside. The weather always a bit dreary. I talked to Keith this morning, but they were off to Cornwall, so I'll have to find a place to stay tonight. I remember a nice youth hostel right near Victoria Station. I'll try it. I can't wipe the smile off my face.

Monday, June 15, 1992



11:30 pm

Spending my last night in my home of the past four months. Feeling a bit melancholy. A lot of good times were had here. It seems so long ago.... Practicing Sevillanas in the living room, getting philosophical on the terrace, sleeping with Bob in the bedroom! But, God knows, I'm ready to get out of España for a while. Matt called and I told him how much I was looking forward to coming home. And how fed up I've been with the job. I can't believe how much I've been working. And the weather's been shitty. And I'm sick of speaking Spanish! I was talking to Mitchell this evening. He said he hopes I return. I said of course I will, but I need to get out for a while. We talked about how hard it is to leave friends and family. He convinced me to wait until 9:00 to get my check. Then I was supposed to meet Andrés at a private club. They let me in with my ripped jeans and camouflage backpack and I waited 20 minutes. Then I left. I hate Spaniards sometimes! It really didn't matter because I wasn't going to cash the check now anyway. It will be nice to have money when I return. So, tomorrow I go. I wish I didn't have to spend the night in London. I haven't been able to get ahold of Keith, either. Oh well. We'll see what happens. Another adventure awaits.

Saturday, June 13, 1992

10:30 pm

I've been lying in bed trying to take a nap, but I keep thinking about being back in Detroit. I'm really looking forward to Karen's party in 2 weeks. I have 4 1/2 months of stories to tell! It's hard for me to realize that all my friends have continued on with their lives and have a lot of stories that I haven't heard. I worked six hours today. Didn't get many gifts. I met with this new partner today. He seems really cool. We've been having a lot of meetings lately without Mitchell. I wonder what's going on. I keep thinking they're going to give me the boot or something, but they still are very high on me. I just want to get beyond the Communions! I feel better after talking with this guy today. (I don't even know his name. Herbert or something.) Bob's been gone a week. It's been a long week. But now the end is in sight. Three days more. Yay! I think I'm going to stay at Annelies' when I come back. It's too late to find something now. She also has a friend who wants someone to live in his apartment for July and August. It's another possibility. So, what about my life? Where am I going? With whom? I'm so anxious to find out if Bob will be able to come back here to study for 3 - 4 months. God, that would be great. But it would be so difficult afterwards. Maybe I'd have to move to Kentucky. But who knows what will happen with this job? So much potential. It's incredible. You really do have to make a clean break from your current situation to find all the possibilities that are out there. You're blinded by so many things in your everyday life. You can't see all that awaits you beyond. When you take that one step beyond, it all unfolds in front of you. A myriad of caminos to choose from. The game of Life. Fate. Chance. I had a funny dream the other night. I was visiting BHC, talking to Donna, Scott and the guys. I asked about the Hometowns -- if Pete or Corey had won something. Donna told me they had. Then suddenly I remembered a dream I had. I had called Donna and she told me that we had won the Hometown for Best Institutional Access. She looked at me and said, "You idiot, that was real. We did win." And then I woke up. I was so confused. I couldn't figure out what was real and what wasn't. Funny stuff. Ay, ¡que tiempo! It's been raining all day. Elisabeth and I were going to go to the center tonight, but probably won't now due to the weather.

Friday, June 12, 1992

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.

Thursday, June 11, 1992

1:00 am

I went to see "Los Reyes del Mambo" with Elisabeth. She took me on her motorcycle. It was fun. Maybe I should buy one! Andrés and Bernardo came in to talk to me today. They said they have had a lot of complaints about the communions. But they want me to "take over the business." They want me to do everything. Hire people, tell them what to do. Arrange jobs. Edit. Basically, they want to be the Board of Directors with little involvement. And they want me to be in charge of production. I told them I'm a little concerned with my lack of Spanish, but they said not to worry. I think I'll be more nervous when I return to Spain in July than when I came the first time! I really don't want this to turn into a high-pressure job! But I feel pressure already. They want creativity! They have a contract pending with the department store, El Corte Inglés. Pretty major stuff. They want me to be in charge of buying new equipment, too. Ay, yi, yi! This could really be something BIG! Life is SO FUNNY! I just wanted to come to Spain to lay on the beach! I could've stayed until May, not finding a job, and gone back to the States. But no! I had to fall into an incredible opportunity! I wish I had time to go visit Eric.