Why I'm Glad I Left America

[hunter]

6. I lived in France as a sullen teen with crazy parents.

My parents are artists. When I was a kid they got this itch to move to Spain.

It was a wonderful place, a utopia, until my mom told one of Franco's men exactly what she thought of him.

Franco's man went away in a huff but my dad couldn't sleep that night so we packed all our stuff in the car in the middle of the night and we drove off to France.

So we were indigent U.S. Americans living in a French public park, money in Spain.

The local people were so disturbed by us they fed us, and eventually bought us a full tank of gasoline and ferry tickets to England.

My dad repaid them, and then some, when Barclays Bank managed to get his money out of Spain.