Today I got back on the road to school in the Spaceo. What a joy! Mr. Bempa is behind the wheel again, as Mr. Santos left the school (the rumor circulating is that he started to drive his own taxi and ran away with a woman).
As often as I have taken this road up to school when we were here in the Fall, today it was as if I were on a completely new road -- during this ride, for some reason, I looked up along the way only to be surprised, shocked, impressed by the sheer cliffs above with brush clinging to the shale and rock, by the hills that climbed steeply and majestically into the sky. It was beautiful in a totally new way from anything I had seen in the past. I even saw a walkway strewn with prayer flags along a precipice, where is the path that could take me to THAT?
I also realized that only by traveling at a speed less that 30 mph have I been able to see any of the views I have witnessed in the car rides to and from school. There is the time to take a good long look as we pass by, something I could never do during my 1 hour daily ride to or from Gann with Laila, where we were either careening down the highway at ungodly speeds or glued to the bumper in front of us trying to make sure no one cut into our lane right in front of us.
Even though we just arrived, I can feel myself preparing to miss moments like these that can only happen on the Upper Road to school.
As often as I have taken this road up to school when we were here in the Fall, today it was as if I were on a completely new road -- during this ride, for some reason, I looked up along the way only to be surprised, shocked, impressed by the sheer cliffs above with brush clinging to the shale and rock, by the hills that climbed steeply and majestically into the sky. It was beautiful in a totally new way from anything I had seen in the past. I even saw a walkway strewn with prayer flags along a precipice, where is the path that could take me to THAT?
I also realized that only by traveling at a speed less that 30 mph have I been able to see any of the views I have witnessed in the car rides to and from school. There is the time to take a good long look as we pass by, something I could never do during my 1 hour daily ride to or from Gann with Laila, where we were either careening down the highway at ungodly speeds or glued to the bumper in front of us trying to make sure no one cut into our lane right in front of us.
Even though we just arrived, I can feel myself preparing to miss moments like these that can only happen on the Upper Road to school.
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