As Mona visits a handful of new blogs today…..
Minnesota: The Extraordinary Ordinary
Nebraska: Newly Wed, Newly Bred
Iowa: Fighting Off Frumpy
Wisconsin: Ann Rant’s
Illinois: Look It’s Megryansmom
Kansas: Superdumb Supervillian
New Mexico: Color Me Untypical
Texas: Baby Makin(g) Machine, June Cleaver Nirvana, A Southern Fairytale, and Tree, Root, and Twig
Oklahoma: Decisionally Challenged
Arkansas: A Daily Dose of Toni
I am reminded of a trip that I took a few years ago, and a very special bus driver in Acapulco.
So, Acapulcan Bus Driver, this post is for you.
You probably don’t remember me. I don’t suppose you were on the beach while my friends and I were lounging back and watching the volleyball tournament. That’s me on the right in the green swimming suit. It wasn’t my suit, but that’s a whole other story. What 18 year old takes a weekend trip through Mexico to Acapulco and forgets their swimming suit?
Yeah, that would be me.
And then things got exciting.
You see, the reason I probably look familiar to you is the fact that I was on TV the next day. Two of my friends and I had decided to lay low at the beach when a film crew came up and asked if they could interview us. What 18 year old could refuse? We met them at the studio and waited….this was real TV! Our time came. In front of the cameras. Major stage fright. Smile and pretend you don’t know any Spanish.
And then….Shoot! We were running late. We had just enough time to catch a bus to the depot, where we would catch the last ride home to Puebla. All we could do was hope that the other students traveling with us had picked up our bags from the hotel before they checked out.
We made it in time. Thank goodness. The rest of our group was glad to see us, but we were even more relieved than they were. They had our bags. I searched through the piles and found one bag but not the other. The backpack with the new Hard Rock Cafe shirts was missing.
One of the guys swore that he had carried onto the bus. It made it onto the bus, but it didn’t make it off.
I had completely written off my too-expensive shirts and turned my back when I heard a commotion coming from the city bus stop.
And that’s where you came into the picture. Remember, dear Acapulcan bus driver? Remember how you drove the bus back to the depot, loaded with all of those people who probably had somewhere to go, just to deliver that lost backpack to me before I headed back to Puebla?
I wish I had had my camera out so I could have added you to my scrapbook. But there’s no way I’ll ever forget the way you looked leaning out of the bus door, shouting at the crazy Americans who had left a backpack on your bus.
The bus cheered as I ran to retrieve my bag.
I wanted to hug you.
A Skinnier version of Me
(This Tribute Tuesday was hosted by Mayhem & Moxie.)
Stop by again for tomorrow’s Wordful Wednesday hosted by Seven Clown Circus and post pictures with a travel-related theme. Show us a picture from a time when you took a trip like Mona, e.g., what you did over your summer vacation, pictures from a favorite trip, etc.
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