Life was good after that. I had made most of my sacrifices for wealth via self denial and hard work. I meet so many young women, most of whom wanted a short cut to the promised dream life. I confess I was jaded. I confess I was a bit confused with the old dream of the blond haired, blued beauty I had left behind.
I slowly, even against my will, rekindled things with an old girlfriend I had in Panama when I was 19 and in the military. She won me over. She is now my wife. Her French father whom I never knew as well as he Galician ancientry (the Gaelic part of Spain) all kind of built into it.