july 17, 2012
the dream: it’s a family trip to south america. everyone is going and i’m responsible for the arrangements. i found a decent hotel but it was a discount find. the bus is taking forever to get there and we’re already late. we’re winding up long mountain roads and the dust is everywhere. my sister says the hotel isn’t going to work because the double room really isn’t a double. it’s my fault because i booked it so i have to find an alternative. i hop off the bus to run into our hotel but it’s not our hotel. it’s also closed. but by the time i turn around the bus has left and is continuing up the mountain without me. i try to run and catch up but my legs hurt and i can’t run fast enough. i know that if my legs didn’t hurt i’d be able to make it.
