Much as I love it here, the bloody cops will not let me make a living. Wherever I sit down to beg, they tell me: “You can´t sit here. It´s not allowed!” There are an awful lot of us here though… and I get food from the nuns. I´m not starving, but life is not just about eating or is it?
I think I shall leave tomorrow morning after the food, with what little money I have left over from Gandia. I´ve made 1 Euro and 20 cents here in 4 days! Pity, I would have liked to have stayed a couple of weeks more, but this is really not working out. Well, see you when I see you, folks!
P.S.: My book is still for sale…(nudge, nudge, wink, wink!!)