Spanish Bus Routes
Dr. Kidder = My eye doctor
Yashar = friend from home
Mattie = My youngest sister
Shayna = friend from SC
I was in some sort of art class. My teacher was Dr. Kidder. Everyone had painted big posters for an assignment and most of them had political relevance.
I was in a coffee shop with Yashar and we were sitting at a table talking. He had drawn a beard under his neck with a thick blue sharpie. He was saying he wanted to get his nose pierced and I asked what part of his nose. He said he wanted a ring through his nose like a bull. I told him that would look stupid and he should get some other kind of nose-piercing. I then wondered if he was also planning on getting that fake beard tattood on his face.
I had moved into a huge house with my family in a foreign country. It was all white and beige colors with big sheer, wispy curtains. There was a courtyard that we shared with the house next door that had a lot of beige tile and big cacti. It felt like Spain. There was a Spanish-American girl who lived next door to me that had spoken to my mom and said that she wanted to be my friend. Mattie really wanted to ride the buses somewhere, and had been spending all day trying to understand the bus schedual and routes. I drove her downtown to a bus stop and then decided that I wanted to go with her. I trusted her knowledge, and followed her on to what she said was the right bus. Because my decision was last minute I had to dig through my purse for change in front of everyone and hold up the line. However, the bus driver was nice to me and made me feel better about it. The buses were big and light blue. Mattie and I rode on bus route six until the end of the line and then switched to route seven. There was no one else on the route seven bus, and it took us out to this rural area with huge willow trees and lots of pastures. It looked exactly like where Shayna lives, and I started telling Mattie how wierd that is. The farther we went into this place the more it resembled Shayna's neighborhood, and I was almost certain that was actually where we were.

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Dreaming about a foreign country? What a shocker!
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