In 1970, Kathy and I escaped the island of Berlin, East of the Elb, and behind the “Iron Curtain”, to Torremolinos, Spain. It was really hot. We took the hovercraft from Malaga to Casablanca, Morroco. After being accosted by helpful youth, we secured a hotel and went for a walk. As we wandered out of town an into the hillsides, we were elated in not being hounded for money. It wasn’t long before we were discovered. Oh, well, it was still peaceful and reflecting.
