On Moving to Spain

A mental breakdown, homesickness, and anglophobia

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Last night I had something approximating a mental breakdown — so severe that I threatened my wife with throwing myself off the balcony.

This outburst was occasioned by my recent (and ongoing) frustrations with Spanish bureaucracy. The reader may dismiss my reaction as ridiculous or exaggerated—unless, of course, she has firsthand experience with the Spanish system, in which case she will nod in sage understanding. With one hand, she will pat me gently on the shoulder in sympathy; with the other, she will slide the noose mercifully around my neck.