SanSebastian - Jeff Johnson 2 April 2008 As the bus comes...

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Jeff Johnson 2 April 2008 As the bus comes around the corner I can see apartment buildings; each window has an old- fashioned air conditioning unit glinting in the sun. Everything—cars, buildings, trees, broken glass—glints wildly. I haven’t slept in at least two (three?) days, unless you count a couple hours in the Madrid airport—where I realized I didn’t actually know if the spiders were poisonous or not—and a couple on the flight from Dallas to London. Now that I’ve found a bus at last I can relax and just watch things roll by— — —— —Ground baked by the sun, crumbling. It seems like the whole country could wash away if it rained. I wonder how long a ride it is…six, maybe eight hours? When you’re tired everything seems unreal, alternately magical and tedious. Have to be sure I don’t miss my stop. It’s hard to think and I don’t want to find another route. So I read or look out the window, but still can’t help dozing off every few minutes— From an overpass you can see the rooftops, covered in plants and chairs and
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This note was uploaded on 05/08/2008 for the course ENGL 111 taught by Professor Anderson,donaldl during the Spring '07 term at University of Washington.

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