Andrea Indira
On the way to Salamanca
Salamanca, Spain - February 2003

It was so early in the morning, I had gotten pissed off that it was cold and there was so much snow outside on the Spanish countryside. The bus driver was having a perilous time navigating the slippery highway and I was awake when everyone else was asleep. Even the little ole abuela next to me, talking in her sleep.

I was bundled up and burrowing deeper into my layers. Hence the slight scowl.