But anyway, after cooking we went in the car to check out a nearby famous city, called Minneapolis. We first went to a Walgreen's and got me some pills for my sinus infection. Then we left to see the great city, and when I saw it in the distance, I was impressed. By that time the sun had already gone down, so all the buildings were lighted up with blue and yellow and green and red lights. It was Rainbow City, a beautiful array of colors like a masterpiece of Michelangelo or Van Gogh. It was a very nice spectacle to witness.
In Minneapolis, we kept seeing walkways connected to two buildings like ten feet above the ground above us. They were in glass, and used as a "sidewalk" so to speak when it is cold and the snow is high. It was cool to look at 'em. Dad said that they are called flyways.
Hungry as ever, we parked at a parking garage as the sun went slightly downward and we walked close by to a Mexican Restaurant called Rosa Mexicano. It had red curtains and a pretty sign. We walked in and were led to a table, but as we were walking, a small, young (like 20) brown haired guy with glasses asked me, "What are you reading?" I thought he said, ' What are you eating?' so I said simply, "A peppermint. Am I allowed to have one?" I asked, thinking I was in trouble. "No," he said, chuckling. "I said, 'What are you READING?"' he said, pointing to my book.
"Oh! I'm reading The Prince and the Pauper by Mark Twain. It's a very good book. " We then talked about different books, like the Lord of the Rings and others. I enjoyed the small conversation we had.
Anyway, after I said goodbye to the guy I walked into a part of the restaurant I couldn't believe. A blue tile platform with water pouring down it and statue color figurines in flying positions dazzled my eyes. I felt as if in a dream, or in a world of the products of the imagination of Allen Edgar Poe or in a painting of Salvador Dali. It was unreal.
We were seated, and a waitress came. I asked her about the figurines held up by those strings. "They are Mexican divers in Acapulco." "Cool," I answered. "And what's your name?" I asked. "Emily," she said cheerfully."What's yours?" "Andrew." Eventually she found out we were going on the trip and wished us good travels. She even lived in Atlanta for a few years.
Before we ordered, a Mexican man with a shaved head and tan skin came in with an interesting style table that was small, green, movable (with little wheels) and had all sorts of cut up veggies and spices on it. He introduced himself as Christian, I said my name, and he asked us if we wanted to "rock the guac"(as in guacamole) as he put it. Voluntarily so, we (Rebecca and I) both said yes and got up. He put black aprons with: "I rocked the guac" on it, and we got ready. He took what looked to be a avocado plant and got a knife and cut it in half. He took the nut out, and then Rebecca and I took the spoon an dug out all the stuff in the plant, green and white things. We got a spoonful of tomato slices in, a half spoonful of onions, and also put in another kind of green spice and then mixed it all up. Christian and I then placed the bowl on the table (ours) and we got chips to dip it in Our finished product was really good, and it was really fun to make it.
The food was even better, with the enchilada I had. We then said goodbye to Christian and Emily, went to the parking garage, drove out and drove home, and then I went to bed with my bed out. It was a good day.
The little things in life are the big things,
Andrew.
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