There’s something about being lost; letting the lines of the highway take you where they may; finding things left off of the map; the draw of belonging to nowhere. So, being your good Americans, where better (or more romantic) to go than Europe? Drinking wine with the beautiful people, chain smoking cigarettes at the cafes as the world passes by on the street. I can’t pretend I haven’t wanted to live like Hemingway and those goofy backpackers in “The Beach.” Well, that was the plan.

There is/was a problem though; being poor , young, and currently jobless. Travel blogs mostly skip that part and people like Anthony Bourdain had CNN funding ( must be nice…) So we, my wife, Jasmine, and I decided to drop everything to try the expat life. Quit our jobs; take part time night shift; hustle; sell apartment; drop everything and hop on the next flight to Spain.

We landed around dusk…