 The traditional school year for many has come to an end, or is in the process of winding down over the next few weeks. I’m a bit jealous of my colleagues who are already on vacation, recovering from the roller coaster that is teaching. As for me, I’m counting down the last few days and preparing for the journey home to the USA for a round of summer school fun. That’s right, I’m one of those gluttons who can’t get enough of school, or simply want a change of scenery, and summer school affords me that opportunity. Let’s just say it’s a bit of both in that regard.
To that end, I don’t know what will come from this summer experience. Last summer, I spent three and a half weeks in Europe, visiting numerous towns and cities in Poland, holidaying in Albania, and concluding my trip on the Irish Sea. That was a whirlwind experience, filled with many fun moments and a lot of filming. Reflecting, I should have said from mid-June to early August, I was off and about until I hopped my plane to Morocco. I forgot about exploring old haunts in Maryland and Virginia, and then going to Arizona for several days as well. This summer will be different, but I hope to get some travel in, even if it’s an afternoon trip here and there in western New Hampshire. There will be no trips into Canada, or long drives to Eastport, Lubec, or Pittsburg, but I plan to find a few places worth showing you off the beaten path if time permits. Vlogging will be hit or miss, but it should be a marked improvement with more content, assuming the internet connection at school is fast enough to upload ten to twenty-minute-long videos in a timely manner. Even now, as I type this, I am supposed to be in Toulouse filming. Still, a stupid broken rib and the fallout, pun intended, from that untimely rollerblading accident have hampered any last-minute trips I had planned. I believe my camera is in mourning at present from a lack of attention. We should take a moment of silence as the travel channel awaits new content, but alas, it will come eventually. As for my writing, I’m around 53,000 words into the Polish memoir. My goal is to complete my latest chapter on Opole, and then we will call it a day for the summer months. This doesn’t mean I couldn’t write during the warmer months, but aside from Going Home and My Shenandoah Love, it’s been rare over these last twenty years for me to write anything new during this season. Instead, we will shift back to Brindisi and Me, and that release. Stay tuned, as I hope to release the book before my birthday, if time permits. In the meantime, enjoy this summer season, and if you have any good dad jokes you want to share, please send them my way for inspiration.
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 As I stretch out across the couch with the late afternoon sun baking the apartment walls and to the hum of intermittent construction noises in Tanger, I reflect on how every book writing process differs. I should be working on my latest piece, a collection of travel essays from when I explored Poland. The topic itself is intriguing and fun to revisit. With twenty-something trips during the school year, I explored everywhere I could in that country. Still, as I put those memories to words, it's slower than I expected without the vlogs to drum up every detail. I fixate on street names when it’s unimportant or focus on random side stories that fellow travelers aren’t going to relate to, and yet that’s okay. At this stage of my writing career, the fun is simply creating. I’m 36,000 words in, and that’s a nice amount. While I hoped to be at 40k by the end of the weekend, a rib injury is also draining me of creative energy and the urge to write. I am remiss of that fact, but then again, we have to pace ourselves. With Emotional Spending out, I have been able to focus on other projects, which has been nice. Brindisi and Me, the project of projects, is finally at a point where another read-through will be enough, and then that memoir on time living in Italy will be complete. Here’s the working book description. Sent to southern Italy to live and teach for two years, this book focuses on Jonathan’s time spent in Brindisi and Puglia. Growing up in New Hampshire, Jonathan had enough preconceived notions to make even him blush upon arrival. While culture shock certainly took over, Jonathan found a connection to the area, the people, and the energy that permeates this part of Italy. Years later, he looks back fondly on his time spent teaching at a small international school, while navigating the ups and downs of being an expat in an area where few spoke English. Culturally, the area is not user-friendly for introverted people, and this was one of the many challenges Jonathan faced head-on. Serving as part memoir and travel blog, Jonathan reflects on the early stages of navigating the visa process, from first impressions upon flying over the Atlantic to getting acclimated to apartment living, cats, dogs, and siesta times. He delves into the refugee situation, the concept of the good life, and where to find the best, ideal holiday retreats, among other topics. This book is intended for expats or those considering a move to Italy, particularly those interested in international school teaching and what to expect, not only in Brindisi, but also in other countries where life differs from our hamlets in the United States. In the weeks ahead, as the school year ends, I hope to have another update. Who knows, maybe I can get to 50,000 words next month for the Poland book and give you a timeline for when Brindisi will be ready for your eyes to enjoy. In the meantime, here’s my vlog from Tarifa, where I announced the release of Emotional Spending. Even if you don’t feel pulled to the book, the hike has some great views and some ice cream to die for. Till next time. JFK The new book on my financial journey is out. The joys of publishing a new book means getting the links correct and making sure that the digital and print versions are ready to go. With that noted, they should be at this point. Fingers crossed. I thought it would be nice to include a preview chapter for those inclined to the topic. Here's the introduction from Emotional Spending - My story to a debt free life.  Introduction
Many people struggle to overcome debt. More often than not, debt is not only a symptom of a problem more prominent than a financial one, but a more significant issue. Until you can look closer at what got you into this mess, the life you imagined for yourself and your loved ones is a glimmer of the dreams you once shared. In this book, I want to direct the conversation mainly to my fellow Millennials and Generation X, those children of the 70s, 80s, and early 90s who were left to their own devices as our parents worked during the day and often would be out and about several nights a week for their entertainment. We have a common understanding and a shared perspective, and those experiences are what I draw from. Growing up in an affluent community, I experienced it firsthand. In my case, I was always more focused on living the life I had when I was a child. I wanted the same type of house, a similar neighborhood and area, with dinners out and vacations to Florida, Martha’s Vineyard, and overseas. Cars were never my thing, but they would be part of the package, including a cottage on a lake; you name it, and this was part of the plan. Many of us want, at the very least, what we had when we were younger, if it was a good upbringing. For those of us who didn’t have these things, we consumed enough media from movies and music to aspire to be that generation of people who deserve a particular life, and in many ways, without the amount of effort needed to reach that means. However, our parents afforded this lifestyle, the reality of our formative years left us unaware of the actual cost. Once you are on your own and reality hits, the actual cost of owning and maintaining that lifestyle comes to the front. Early in my twenties, I learned I could live a moderate lifestyle and maintain some of these wants, but having them all without assistance was impossible. There was always the mindset that my ship would come in. I was told that the universe would provide the difference if you bought more of one thing. There was never a time that I doubted that money would take care of itself. I don't know if that’s the delusion of youth, but the audacity to believe that my screenplays or books would do the trick, with no dues paid or network in place, gave pretenses to the real world. The mighty credit card saved the day, creating the illusion of wealth when I didn’t have it, and the slippery slope I would follow and deal with in the years to come. There were points at which I could have adjusted the track I traveled and prevented further harm, but timing is everything, as is experience. This book is intended to give hope to those looking for motivation or a means to get out of debt for good. There is no better teacher than personal experience; save learning from someone else who has been in your shoes, done stupid things, and lived to find a way forward. My financial journey is typical of my generation: cars, personal loans, house payments, credit cards, and everything else in between, while navigating relationships, fights over money, and what that entailed in the long run. I’ve lived it all, and want to share my story with you and what I learned. The idea of financial freedom and what that meant was vital to each step along this path. I found a purpose in focusing on those debts and creating a budget that eventually eradicated all that drama. It can be done. Anything can be accomplished when you set your mind to that goal, but as I will show you, I found that realistic expectations during and after this debt-free journey are vital to living a full life. Some people will jump in and focus so much on their debts that they miss out on the little joys of each success. More importantly, they won’t come up for air long enough to bask in the sun and be present in daily living. Sure, it’s easier to be focused for a time and to play later. Still, some of you, like me, don't have that luxury when there is so much debt that the journey will last over five years, especially if you are doing this alone in a single-income household and don’t have a career that quickly generates six figures or more a year. Granted, that doesn’t mean people who make that amount have an easier road. Far from it, these people likely have more debts, more out-of-control habits, and are more prone to live paycheck to paycheck, even if they make double or triple the amount I take in as a teacher. And yet, we are all the same. We do stupid things with money, but with some effort and focus, we can take control of the situation, come out ahead, and live a full life. The following pages contain different topics and stories based on my experiences and those around me. This is meant to be a judgment-free zone. It’s a glorified story hour that lets you know you aren't alone. Whether we focus on credit cards, car payments, student loans, timeshares, buying a house, or simply vices, there’s a topic for anyone on this financial journey to freedom. Beyond those topics, we will explore the importance of understanding your relationship with money and your partner if you have a significant other. We will continue with an example of an actual budget that many, I know, don’t follow. I’ve been there. I get it, but there’s no reason why after reading this book, you don’t at the very least, start a budget and find out where your money is going. It’s your choice, but I like the power of knowing what money is coming in and, more importantly, what money is going out. Finally, I’ll tell the entire story of my debt-free journey. When I was at my lowest, those calls on Dave Ramsey’s radio show of people sharing their stories on overcoming their debts gave me hope and purpose. I trust sharing each step along the way, might do the same for you. To that end, we will conclude with lessons learned, a sense of purpose and direction, or at least some food for thought about your financial journey and legacy. We are all at different stages with our money and how we use it to reach our goals. We live, we learn, we grow. In this case, I hope you don’t make the same mistakes I did and get some nuggets on improving your overall situation. Best of luck on your financial future. Jonathan Kuiper  I had to think about the last time I had a new release. Surprise, surprise, it’s been three years since the release of Rusty Star, my previous fiction piece. While I had every intention of writing a sequel to that book and still have the first chapter in the proverbial can, that’s been put aside for now.
Life has brought some interesting twists and turns these last three years. I left New Hampshire behind and took my “talents” to Krakow, Augusta, and Morocco. I didn’t intend for things to play out this way. I certainly didn’t think I would be in a writing funk, forced to journal for two and a half years until my mind was settled to create a new published work. Then again, the travel vlogs took priority for two of these years, which stunted some of the energy I needed to be in that correct writing state. To that end, the latest work was written in January. I’m excited as it’s part memoir, part financial advice, and simply storytelling focused on how I became debt-free and the steps I took to achieve and maintain that style of living. I think it’s a fun read. It may be a bit revealing about my life, but it's a fitting story nonetheless. It shares that we all have reasons for falling into debt and opportunities to right that ship. I’m sure someone will take value from the book. Even if just one person can make a change for the better, the time it took to write this was well spent. In honor of my twin brother, Emotional Spending will be released in paperback and digital form on April 16, 2025. Get your copy now. Next month, I’ll update you on Brindisi and Me. Till then, happy reading!  This is Brindisi in December 2022. Saturdays in Tangier borderline suck. While all I want to do is just relax in my apartment and chill after a week in the classroom, the owners of the apartment beneath me have deemed Saturdays the only day for renovations. I’m reasonably confident they aren’t even home, but the two or three-person crew appears at the most random times to pretend they are hard at work adapting two or three cement rooms. Who cares about the signs in the lobby stating construction noise is only from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.? That would be too easy to follow and would make sense to any person. No, instead, sometimes I hear the melody of hammers well after eight on Saturday evenings. Lo and behold, today is the exception. This amazing crew loaded up the elevator with tiles and began hammering away at noon. Thirty minutes in the choir continues, but I have faith that in all their industrious activities, the lull will begin shortly to continue at thirty or forty minute intervals intermittently. That’s Tangier construction for you. The fun part, though, is that Ramadan has now begun. While many are preserving their strength while they fast the daylight hours away, this team of building experts is hard at work while the homeowners are living their dual citizenship dream in Spain or France. A different crew begins their work time melody, and I am off to wonder how Islam’s holiest month becomes the best time for construction renovations and projects. The cafe five floors below has a team working their magic while the call to prayer echoes across the walls and the surrounding buildings. While I should be busy on my next writing project, I wanted to chime in and share that with March now upon us, Brindisi and Me is done. It only took four years and some additional weeks to fix the initial draft to something that can be shared with others. All told, it took about a month to rewrite each chapter from scratch. Some sections were salvageable, while others needed complete revamping. I’m relieved to check this off the writing list, so I can now focus on other projects in between my travel vlogging. My newest book, sharing my adventures with money, will be out in mid-April. There’s one more read-through before I give it the go-ahead to be published. If it had been one of my fiction books, I would have sent it to my editor, but nonfiction is a different type of writing, one that I know is part style and traditional form. As for Brindisi and Me, the plan is to release it in June or July. I’ll keep you posted while I dive into my latest book, Forever Poland, a memoir of my time living in the country and several years of extensive travel to all her wonderful regions. I’m even returning in late March to hit a few more cities and spots that can be added to this growing book. We will see how long it takes to write this new book, and then I imagine I’ll return to fiction. Enjoy March and the approaching spring season. I will share more updates as they occur. Peace, JFK  This is why you need to get up for the sunrise. Taken on an April 2022 weekend trip to Greece. Might go back this May.  When I moved to Poland over two years ago I expected it to be a writing paradise for me. I thought being in a new area, a new country, would drive my imagination wild and create a long lasting period of writing. Truth be known, I wrote quite a bit when I was in Krakow, but it wasn’t anything new storywise. There were no fiction pieces or reflections on my travels. Instead, the daily writing I did complete was journaling and nothing more. From the winter of 2022 when I completed Rusty Star, I won’t say I was blocked, but aside from a few instances where I wrote ten pages here and there for potential sequels to Rusty Star and the Marcus Files, there was nothing substantial. Granted, I would beat myself up on this especially in between my travels because I knew from the fall of 2020 to late winter of 2022, I wrote six books with an average word length of 80,000 words. We spanned the gauntlet from a spinoff series of my popular young adult series Luza with Seli a New Adult LGBT+ Romance Fantasy (that’s a mouthful genre-wise), all three books in the Marcus Files (my favorite remains The Thresher . . . I love that book and the cover) with Rusty Star thrown in for good measure. The book that got this writing period in motion was a memoir from my time teaching and living in Brindisi, Italy. I remember the writing process fondly as I had taken a long drive around the White Mountains and over to Mount Chocorua to take in the fall colors and the secret spots that leaf peepers and other tourists knew nothing about. After this productive ride, I settled in my house, to my writing nook, sat on my chaise, and dictated life in Italy, all 90,000 words within two weeks. Truly, it was a remarkable writing process. This was supposed to be the warm-up act before National Novel Writing Month. I intended to write Seli first, but I promised some family and friends to reflect on Brindisi even though I found fiction better to my style and liking. Nevertheless, I used my microphone and dictated various stories from life in Italy. I was so pleased with myself, until I began to read over some of the dictations. The entire thing was a mess, a crazy absolute mess, that meant I would need to do another full draft, almost from scratch. Not wanting to lose motivation, I finished the book and put it aside. The other stories cried for more attention and as years passed I would return to Brindisi hopeful to manage and deal with the many revisions, but never getting farther than a chapter or two before the frustration fairy appeared and any sense of motivation. It was too discouraging and painful because I could tell this was going to be a story that didn’t flow smoothly like the creative process did with my other books. Fast forward to the present and I’m back on the case, working on the Brindisi memoir. I’m more than halfway done with almost 50,000 words in the can. Some of the chapters have been unruly as expected, but it’s been fun to revisit this period and to finally plug away at this unfinished project. Truly, I don’t want to write anything new until it’s done. The caveat would be, nothing else new, until the project is finished. This means I might have, okay, well the truth is I wrote a book in the first three weeks of January that got my creative juices in motion. This is another nonfiction piece, but this one focuses on my financial journey and how I went from living in debt to now a debt-free life based out of Morocco of all spots. The book has some valuable financial tips and stories about what I did wrong spending-wise over the years to get myself into a stupid financial situation before shifting to a more moderate lifestyle, one within my means. While everything is relative, I felt like it was a prudent story to write and share. With that 50,000-word draft completed, I wanted to give Brindisi its due. I don’t know if this will be as productive a year as I had back in New Hampshire, but we are off to a good start. For that, I’m grateful. I won’t jinx myself by saying anything more, but I wanted to give you an update on the writing part of my world. Between writing and films (travel vlogs at present), these are the two passions that I have pursued since I was in my teens. It’s nice to have more of a balance between the two, as opposed to all vlogging and no substantial writing. I’ll keep you posted in the months ahead. Hopefully, by the next check in Brindisi and Me will be ready to go. In the meantime, enjoy your February and the remainder of the winter season.  Wow! Did I really miss a month? It looks that way to me. Then again, I think I had the best intentions to write something and for whatever reason forgot to make the time as I transitioned to a well deserved two week vacation over the holidays. That's right, I went traveling and vlogging. Really, they are one in the same. I don't think I can ever just travel. My urge to have a camera out and film what I see and provide commentary is too strong to pass up. Truly, when I was in Estonia, I got this vicious next cramp. I had no intentions of filming that first day, especially because it hurt with the simple turn of my neck, let alone when I would sit back on the couch. Talk about spasms galore - that I'm still dealing with weeks later. And yet, despite this physical setback, I had the camera out just in case. Of course, I thought I would simply film the Christmas Market in Tallinn. That turned into the square and then the side streets and eventually a full twenty minute vlog. It's compulsive at this stage. With the physical limitations I still found a way forward and how a wonderful, restful vacation exploring five different countries. I started in Malaga, Spain and went onto Lithuania where I explored Kaunas for the first time and then took the train to Vilnius (one of my favorite cities in Europe). Having been to Vilnius on two different occasions, I was eager to get back and explore the familiar streets and all those beautiful churches. Estonia was next on deck with visits to the capital Tallinn and then to my adopted favorite town of Parnu. Neither city let me down and I had fun, new adventures in each. My favorite moment was being back on the couch, sipping tea at the Hotel Victoria. I love that place and the ambiance in their dining area. It's truly the cafe experience I dreamed about. After leaving Estonia we returned to Riga for two nights - which was necessary to right the wrong from two plus years ago when I shortened my trip to one night because the city had too much going on for me. This time I really got a feel for the city and explored some areas I had wanted to see for quite some time. Lithuania called for a second act, so both Vilnius and Kaunas got me for another round of filming. Even though I got drenched to the bone in Kaunas, I finally stumbled across an old Jewish cemetery which made my entire trip. I ended vacation with two days in Liverpool, England. It's funny how I have such a pull to that part of the country. Southport, my usual stomping ground is something like a 20 minute train ride to the north. On this trip, I stay in the Beatles' home city and enjoyed every moment. I'll be back for sure. With my holiday travels now complete, two new vlogs are being released weekly on Sundays and Thursdays until mid February. In the meantime, while I settle back into my teaching routines, I'm writing (yes, I really am - 20,000 words put down in six days) and will give you a further update before my next trip to Provence, France around Valentine's Day. I hope all of you are off to a good start to your 2025. Here's to a great year ahead in all areas of your life. Cheers, JFK I planned to go to as many Christmas markets as possible for 2024 and for the most part I accomplished that goal. While Malaga had a Christmas light show, true markets were in Bergamo Italy, Kaunasand Vilnius Lithuania, and Tallinn Estonia. For those that can't get enough of the Christmas spirit, here are the vlogs from those markets and those cities. Enjoy!  This post was supposed to be about my triumphant return to writing - yes, I had intended to do National Novel Writing Month. Last Friday night I even started a new novel. I surprised myself and began the first 1000 words of a post apocalyptic story. The story was dark and had the same brooding as Rusty Star and the Varissian Affair.
I found the irony the new story would follow this same trend, when I had first considered writing a story about a man returning to the States for a family wedding. As I have not been to a wedding in years - seriously since my ill-fated courthouse nuptials more than a decade ago - I couldn't even tell you the last wedding I attended that wasn't in a Hallmark movie or TV show. It's been that long. So the whole idea of writing about a wedding seemed a bit off-putting. The entire idea seemed more difficult than writing from a man's perspective on what life would be like if the world was at a turning point - you know only steps away from coming to an end. Throw me in the middle of the woods, in crappy weather, and some unknown power threatening all life for me to find any meaningful words to throw down on the computer. This motivation drove Friday night, but when time came to start the next words on Saturday, I found myself drawn more to the next travel vlog, my next destination, and frankly how best to spend the Christmas holidays. For those looking for new books to read, it will happen eventually. While I thought Morocco would inspire me in multiple ways, daily living has been all that I can handle of late. My celebrations have consisted of waiting ten days for a new fleece blanket to arrive and for a shower curtain to replace the stained and grimy one that was left for my personal use in my overrated water view apartment. Even pondering that fine move from the end of August, I've only lived in my current apartment for 2.5 months. It seems longer and yet shorter. There are still things I would add to make it feel like home, but due to the location, cost of goods, and motivation, I'm more like will any changes really make the space better? Will adding more rugs truly improve the space when I would rather add pictures to these cement walls. The poor finishing touches with sockets and lights bring me pause and yet there's nothing I can do when it takes ten days simply to get any repair done. There is no rush here - at least that's my impression. People are more concerned about daily living and what impacts their bottom line. Out of sight - out of mind. We've done this mentality before, but here in the northern tip of Africa, it seems to ring more true. I imagine I'll be back into a writing groove at some point this year and yet I can't tell you when. I'm looking forward to visiting new locations, experiencing Christmas markets once more, and to feeling the cool embrace of winter weather. That's my focal point. As the apartment adds more charms, maybe I'll shift and a new story will find itss way to print or not.  Some of you might have wondered what happened to dear old Jonny boy. Don’t worry, I’m still among the living and for the most part settled in my humble abode here in Tangier. To say it’s been a bit of an adventure would be understating the fun of figuring out where to shop, eat, and truly where to live. When I visited in April, I was only here for 36 hours in an attempt to get a feel for the area and to decide whether it could be a suitable place to call home. Even then my impression was mixed. Compared to my native Northern New England, many areas are going to feel different. I tried to equate Tangier to my time in Brinidisi, Italy, but it’s not quite the same. This part of the world is unique to where I have ventured, explored, or lived. There is no siesta time, the cars and motorcycles are in love and obsessed with their horns even when no one is in their direct path. Should there be traffic and no possible way forward, drivers will simply honk for good measure to see if other drivers want to join their queue of the disgruntled. I don’t think people actually sleep here. I have seen an equal amount of cars at 5 in the morning while running, enough that I need to actually look both ways and sometimes weave in and around the lanes to cross the road. And yet by 6:30 am, it’s simply me, the cats, and the hungry dogs. The many shops I pass on a daily basis are fun to observe. There are so many high end dress shops where the owners show off the latest fabrics and designs that are popular in this part of the world. If I was a fashionista or fashion forward in the least, let alone a woman, I’m sure I would be in and out of these spots. What surprised me were the number of fabric shops where people simply buy the pattern and the fabric to sew at home. My closed off mind thought this was only for those practicing Amish and Mormans. More practical in mind - I’ve been on the lookout for vitamins more than a suitable dress. I’m used to driving over to Wally World and buying a container of 1000 mg Vitamin C. Forced to find a viable alternative as they are not stocked in the local grocery stories has proven interesting. I can’t just order them online like I did in Poland and have them arrive the next day. Instead, I had to figure out which place was selling “actual” vitamins and not fake ones. Not wanting that hassle, after an hour or two of research, I caved and decided to just visit one of the many pharmacies. I had to talk to a physical pharmacist as nothing was stocked on shelves for people to grab from. I’m happy to report I was able to get Vitamin C drops, 500 mg, for ⅓ more of the price I would pay in the States and with half of the quantity. That’s the fun of moving and learning what they do have in country versus what you want. Apartment living is as joyous as I remember, save the incessant weekend hammering. For whatever reason during the week there is no noise, but come Saturday morning or my favorite, Sunday night, it’s time to get out that hammer or saw and do those remodeling tasks. This isn’t just for a few minutes, but a few hours for good measure. I thought living over a jazz club and at a busy intersection with direct sun exposure and no air conditioning was the worst experience yet, but if that guy above me doesn’t stop hammering, I might have to reconsider. We can combine that with the weekend warriors and seasonal residents who were complaining about the sound of my air conditioner unit when their daughter’s bedroom window is actually in proximity to three different units, including their own. This was a giant waste of my time earlier in the week. I especially enjoyed explaining that once the temperature is met the unit turns off, which means the constant noise is from ALL of the units, not just mine. To make them feel better though and after the security guy interrupted my evening to mention this complaint about the incessant noise (even though I had only been home twenty minutes and likewise the accused air conditioner unit had only just been turned on) I told them I would reach out to my landlord about seeing if a technician could come by and make it less noisy. They had their suitcases in tow a few nights later, clearly moving onto their second residence or next spacious retreat. I’ll let you know when the technician finally arrives to solve the mysterious problem of air conditioner noise when it is operating. Life in Morocco is just like anywhere else. People complain, people buy groceries, go to restaurants, they work (sometimes) and even have McDonald's for tourists to have a familiar sense of home. My personal favorite is the Junior Tasty and that sauce of theirs. I thought I was going to be crying over the loss of my Mocha Frappe, but this new snack and those Gouda bites leave this good old American boy smiling to the end. I’ll try to be more frequent in these updates. My next task is getting fiber setup so I can actually start vlogging again and not have even a ten second long video take five minutes to upload. The only hiccup is you need your residency card for the fastest internet. Otherwise, you get the Wifi internet that frankly is hit or miss, especially during the time of day. Alas, a story for another time. I’ll be in touch. JFK |
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