Bus Love Diaries

Well, besides the whole money thing with Orville, we were having some fun on the bus with the conductor, Macias.  He was 20 years old and looked like Pauly D from the Jersey Shore(i.e.  looked like an Italian guido with muscles and chains around his neck and a spiked up hairstyle).  He wore a Qatar Airways futbol jersey and a backwards hat with some pimped out leather shoes.

As I mentioned previously, it was pouring rain outside and I just wanted some peace, but it was not happening on this bus ride. After the food incident, Orville and I broke the silence and started making jokes about the conductor.  There he goes up and down the aisle shouting some Honduran Spanish, which sounded like Mexican-fast and hard to follow. He was definitely trying to get some attention walking up and down the aisles.


Orville began talking to him in Spanish(Orville's Spanish is extremely clear and slow). He is asking him where he grew up and then he introduces me and says I'm from America and her name is Priscilla.  When he looks at me it is more like staring. I can tell where this is going as he gives me the "Honduran bedroom eyes." Whatever those must look like-I clearly just found out. 

He had a brand new phone and we asked him where he got it and he said, "His girlfriend bought it for him." He says  that she is not special rather she just buys him gifts.  We are laughing and cracking up that he has a sugar mama. 

Priscilla, "Well clearly you are not available because you have a girlfriend."
Macias, "Everyone has one, two, three girlfriends, this is normal."
Priscilla, "That is universally normal. " lol
Macias, "I want to be with you."
Priscilla, "Que?"
Macias, "I love you."
Priscilla, "You just met me."

Since we are speaking two different kinds of Spanish, he may be hearing something different. I turn into a shy, 10 year old and try to hide out behind my seat.  I have such a great seat that I can feel the engine right underneath my butt with the stop and go-stop and go.  It's just wonderful.  While the bus is driving slower, the love cries are growing stronger. 

 He keeps staring at me as he walks up and down the aisles turning lights on and off asking ten times where people are going or just being obnoxious with his loud Spanish.

He asks me to close my window and I have no idea what he is saying so I say,"No entiendo." His Spanish seriously sounds like a whole new language.

As Orville is talking with him, Macias has no problem understanding him and Orville's Spanish is very clear like mine. When the lights go out, it is the scariest time as he comes back and just stands there staring at me in the dark.

Since we cannot communicate, he is pulling Orville into the conversation and using him as a translator basically asking where I live and if he could come back with me.  out and he is confessing his love for me to Orville and Orville is translating.   And then Orville is telling me each detail of his words.
"He loves you."
" He really love you."
"He wants you to take him with you to Nicaragua" 

"Each place you go, he will follow you." 
"He can keep you safe when traveling." 

With each response Macias was shouting out loud like an Italian."I love you, I love you, take me take me!"


He does not know any English, but all of a sudden he knows I love you and take me with you.  While he is shouting, the tourist in the middle of the bus is turning around laughing. I am so embarrassed and tell him to please lower his voice.  He walks away and then he comes back and takes my hand, "I love you."
Priscilla, "I have a boyfriend I love and care about."
There he goes walking towards the front of the bus and back again
Macias, " I love you Ricilla. I love you."
Priscilla," I'm getting married and we are going to have children when I arrive home."
Macias looks very sad and he finally gets busy with his actual job. 

What an action packed bus ride. Can we say exhausted as loud as Macias can shout, "I love you."

It was quite the entertainment. It was nice for me to take a break and someone else do the entertaining for a night


 

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