The Countdown

Hi Guys, well I’ve been here now 7 days. Anxiety is sleeping with me now. I am having dreams of plane crashes and getting lost. I wake at 5 am and stare at the ceiling fan and know if have exactly 7 days left until I report to work at the school. My air B and B is ending on the 30th. I have no place to lay my head and it is not that I cant rent another plaec, but in the program we are to apply for residency within the 1st 30 days. Which gives me until Oct 17th I’m running out of time.
Yesterday I saw my one and only apartment accompanied by Mr. Delicious, Pedro the agent. it was large with many room, wood floors and in need of serious painting. I sensed someone medical lived there before as her office had a chaise lounge and desk, not unlike a psychiatrist’s office. How appropriate for my increasing tension. Her personal effects were still in the apartment, however and it was in need of more than just paint. I sensed it may need cleansing from and shaman as I think something heavy or sad happened there. I ruled it out, at least until I knew if I had transportation.

Anyway, the City of Elche was lovely with its 100K palm trees, old Spanish buildings with ornate iron terraces and cobblestone streets, and every store and cafe you may want to go to. Modern yet still Spanish. After the visit at the psych docs apartment, we stopped at the bus station in person as it seems nothing gets done via the internet here. The lady at the desk confirmed no bus goes into my little town of Albatera except 1 x a day, at noon. Apparently pre-covid there was a regular bus but no more. Well, in a flurry of frustration it was decided I must live in the town of Albatera or risk life and limb walking or riding a bike from the train to the town. I have found only 2 apartments in the town one of which is 3 bedrooms and 2 baths for $400 a month but I will need to bring my own AC and heat. But thats on the internet via Idealista an apartment hunting site and I haven’t physically seen anything yet as no one responds to my inquiry’s . Since I have not been successful in getting the online agency to call me back and I have asked my agent delicious to please call as soon as possible on my behalf. I am running out of time to register myself with a real lease, and then I need my TIE (id) card which I can’t get without the lease, and proof I have an address. (not a hotel or air B and B) as they don’t count. Today it is hot, the construction crew is banging outside the condo. It matches my headache. In 1 hour I will get ready to go to Albatera to meet the teachers at 1:30 pm. One of the teachers is pregnant and has asked everyone for me about an apartment. But no responses. So I now must find another place to stay while I have the car. But since I have no contract I don’t know how many days to book, not knowing if I will miraculously find an apartment. And there are no hotels or air B and B in Albatera. I may start drinking sooner than usual….

Well, I just emailed the owner again of one of the apartments as well as delicious to please step it up in in the nicest way possible, this is not time for the usual “ḧasta manana” “hasta manana” time. I am on a time schedule even though here in Spain especially today a Friday, the locals really really don’t care. And they really don’t. Well on another note I am in Spain and I have not reached the who’s f **ing idea was this? yet, It may come sooner than expected if I don’t have my visa in place that allows me to stay here for a year. Jorge is searching for hotels as we speak. I remember I saw a psychic before I moved here and she said I would be like a nomad moving constantly for 3 years. Great, but how many times in less than a month? Well wish me luck, homelessness is not my forte.


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I am a nurse, divorced, and love travel. I climb stairs with a bunch of friends and I’m the Captain of a stair team called Tower of Power. I’m also a cancer survivor. I had anal cancer and before you think something rude… I was married 21 years to an asshole.  That’s why I got ass cancer. that the story and I’m sticking to it. Ive been to 80 countries and plan on another 50, God willing….

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Hola, I’m Chif.

This blog is about how I changed my life.  I moved to Spain at 58 for 2 years to teach kids English. After divorce and cancer it was time to do something different and I did. I left a good job and health insurance and no, I didn’t know any Spanish either.  But I did it and learned how to move to another country and deal with ex-pat adaption hell, but then due to “aging out at age 60” I had to go… go figure! So I  had to move back to the US to go through a different kind of re-pat, re-integration hell.

So  I sit here wondering: Whose f***ing idea was this anyway? Mine, all mine. So here is my story, one painful step at a time, then and now.  Just so you know I’ve been to 80 countries over the years as I have no kids and no man to get in my way. So enjoy my travel stories as I continue to come up with crazy F***ing ideas.

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I am a nurse, divorced, and love travel. I climb stairs with a bunch of friends and I’m the Captain of a stair team called Tower of Power. I’m also a cancer survivor. I had anal cancer and before you think something rude… I was married 21 years to an asshole.  That’s why I got ass cancer. that the story and I’m sticking to it. Ive been to 80 countries and plan on another 50, God willing….

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