Sexy Boy and the Bus Ride

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Marjorie, a friendly woman from Scotsdale, joined me in the rainy teaching adventure in Tlacochahuaya. We ended when our students headed to art class.

There are several options for transportation from Tlacochahuaya. My favorite is the bus. By far.

Almost always as I’m just about to give up on the bus and hail a colectivo, the bus comes honking and honking.

So we climbed aboard the blue-curtained, torn up upholstered, music blaring ride that we were informed by a decal across the top of the windshield belongs to: (in cursive in English) Sexy Boy. The driver wasn’t bad-looking, but I felt as if he’d over-advertised, or maybe it was a loaner bus.

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