I had this dream that I was in Chile again. In some large souvenir store. My dad was there and I think everyone was waiting for me outside. I was rushing through, just picking stuff up to buy.
There was a shirt hanging about the register with Pablo Neruda on it that I wanted really bad. I kept asking the man, "?Cuanto cuesta?" over and over again, trying to ask about it in spanish.
And then I see it, the most beautiful scarf in the world. Like my friendship bracelet but bigger. It was mainly yellow. I pointed to it saying "amarillo! ?como se dice, scarf? Scarf?" I pointed to the scarf I just so happened to be wearing, saying "Como este, pero amarillo."
He wasn't getting it.
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