Experience is that marvelous thing that enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.—F. P. Jones
I decided to try to get home by bus yesterday, because I didn’t want to bother Silvia, and I wanted to know what it was like to ride the bus in Miami. I was the only white person on the whole bus (I kid you not!), with the exception of one scowling, wrinkled senior citizen who climbed on toward the end. I ended up getting off at the wrong stop, because my landmark was the Wallgreens, and there’s one of those on every other block, so I started walking from the Wallgreens towards where I thought I was supposed to go, and I walked for almost an hour before I realized that I was in the very wrong place. I was definitely the only one stupid enough to be on foot at noon. I was burnt to a crisp, and there was not a fellow human-being in sight. I finally asked a lady at a Mc Donalds if she knew of a bus that I could catch back to Hiatus Rd., and she said she was going there, so she offered to give me a ride. She dropped me off on the wrong Hiatus road. Apparently there are two of them. I ended up trekking through the bushes, across the canal, and the whole deal, to get to the other side of Sunset. I finally made it home by 6:00pm. That's the last time I'm taking the bus.
Here are some pictures of last night. We all went out dancing and Dad stayed home with the kids. It was fun!
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