Flashing lights, spinning toilet plungers called Chinese yo-yo’s, and Gigantic lines pouring into McDonald’s. Crowds packed almost as tight as clusters of green bananas. People hurrying everywhere, stopping at stalls everywhere, and sitting on benches everywhere. It’s unfortunate that I can’t flip back to that page in my history as easy as in a book. The following story is about a time Emily and I got lost in Alcala at night. Our family planned on the way to Alcala that if we did get lost (which of course, we wouldn’t), we could meet at the statue of Don Quijote. For some reason we made the unspoken decision to run about having fun being lost instead of going and waiting forever at the statue. Anyways, I think I’m blobbering, so I’ll let you read what Emily Musser wrote:
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Our friend, Stephanie Gonzalez, wrote this story. It’s about a day when we went over to her house and took a walk and got lost. Somehow we managed to walk in the exact opposite direction of the way we were supposed to go. Don’t even try to read out loud, it’s so funny you might choke. Enjoy!
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