Guatemala
Some questions I think that I know the answer to.
Some questions I know that I do not know the answer to.
Some questions I have never thought to ask.
I never asked where all the good school busses went for retirement.
I now know that they come to
When the busses come to
Some things do not changed though. The seats are still too close together and their vinal is still cracking and chipping. Much the same music still comes from the stereo. It is as if the busses of my childhood truly liked 80s pop and are reluctant to give it up even in their new home.
You can tell the busses that are new to the area because they are still in the early stages of their transformation. On the very new the name of the school district is still written in formal black letters on the side. I have not looked under the seats but I am sure that gum is stuck their along with the old love notes.
In their retirement the busses are lovingly cared for. They are clean and well maintained. As we waited for our buss to depart one day we watch as the drive shaft was removed cleaned and replace. This was all completed in time for a prompt departure.
We are in Quetzaltenango now and will soon be taking a buss to Chichicastenango.
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