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We ate and checked out then made out way to the bus stop to go to the bus station. We have ben laughing and having so much fun. Bojana is such a beautiful person she doesn’t try to be funny or cool she just acts goofy and natural and it’s so nice to be around so I was sad we had to leave but at least we still had a 5 hour bus trip to look forward to.

The night’s clouds were parting and rays of sun were shining down on us as we made our way to the bus station. Inside we had trouble with the automatic ticketing machine but finally got our tickets to print. We wanted to grab a tea before getting on the bus but after opening my phone to see that it was 10, the time of departure for our bus, we bolted down the two people movers, shoving people to the side while yelling “permiso!”like a couple of locos.

When we made it out the sliding glass doors I scanned the line of busses; left or right, left or right. Right! I saw two guys with ALSA vests and asked. It was the bus right where we came out to the right so I just banged on the windshield of the bus and asked to open the luggage hatches below. Pretty much everyone was situated and they were ready to leave. We made our was to seats 53 and 54 in the very last row of the bus which is the only row with 5 seats instead of 4; no one booked the other 3 so we had all sorts of room to stretch our legs.

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We took off our shoes and kicked up our feet, Bojana taught me that in Croatia if you have a hole in your sock where your toe pokes out a tad they call it a little potato; I wasn’t the one with the hole. Before we knew it we were at the rest stop halfway to Madrid. We had been playing a game since earlier in the morning where we try to guess what language people are speaking, asking them if we can’t figure it out. While waiting we were listening to a 20 something year old boy and his parents talk I couldn’t place the language and neither could Bojana, but my guess would have been Greek. Just before boarding I asked and the son, Stefano, spoke great English; they were Greek.

Stefano came to the back of the bus to sit and talk with us and told us all of his adventures through Africana and Europe. He has been working and traveling on and off for the past few years going to visit people he has met along the way. He was talking about how if you plan on traveling to Syria or Lebanon you should go there before going to Israel, he ended up having to wait in holding for 5 hours answering the same questions over and over about every half hour. They were trying to catch him in a lie about his connections in Israel but he was just visiting as a tourist.

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Soon we were off of the bus and Stefano’s dad took a picture of us and Bojana and I headed to the metro station. While Bojana bought her metro ticket I checked out the map and saw that we needed to take the circular line 6 but going in opposite directions. In a movie like fashion we gave each other a big hug; hesitant to go our own ways we let go.

It’s rare to meet someone that you connect with that quickly she kept emphasizing at every opportunity that we are going to see each other again in Granada this time next year, it’s hard for me to take the proposition seriously not because I think it’s unrealistic but because life is unpredictable and so are people.  I’ll be returning to Granada or maybe even living there so I hope she comes through on her end of the deal.