When I was in the navy, I wanted to go to Paris and the Academie Julian. I never did. Mexico City took me instead.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I guess I wanted to leave America for awhile. It wasn't that I wanted to become an expatriate, or just never come back, I needed some breathing room. I'd already been translating French poetry, I'd been to Paris once before and liked it very much, and so I just went.
And then, when I went into the Navy, there was no choice. You took about half of the hours during your naval training as naval courses and the other half were engineering.
I think people thought I was crazy for leaving Mexico when I had any project I wanted falling at my feet. But I risked everything to come to Los Angeles, where no one knew who I was, and start all over again. It was a very hard step to take. However, it was the moment I thought it was right to take a risk in my career.
So that when I came from Panama... my family was exiled in 1973 and they went to Miami.
I went to Mexico for three months after college and studied Spanish there. And I went to Cuba and studied at the University of Havana. I loved studying in other countries.
After the United States entered the war, I joined the Naval Reserve and spent ninety days in a Columbia University dormitory learning to be a naval officer.
I went to military college in Canada and graduated as an officer in the Navy but also as an engineer.
I went to Japan and I lived there. I lived in Mexico for a year. I went to Europe. I lived in Canada.
After college, I wanted to learned about myself as an American, so I left the United States and went to Japan.
I flew fighters for the Navy in San Diego for three years, went and did my post-graduate education, and then I was a test pilot in Patuxent River, Maryland, for a few years. I was back in the fleet in the Navy when I was selected to come back here to NASA to become an astronaut.