The Day of Blessings

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It was a windy day in late September with the first traces of autumn just beginning to pull the golden brown leaves from the aspens. As I sauntered towards the cafe I found myself thinking about the stark realities of life in this strange yet beautiful land. Passing a man who smelled of alcohol and piss, I tossed several coins into his box, which elicited a blessing, or possibly a curse, in a foreign tongue. The reek of diesel fuel and garlic hung heavy in the stagnant air as I passed a small meat market packed with boisterous women haggling over their idea of a fair price.

Continuing on, I came upon a beautiful clearing. Between two apartment buildings, behind the twisted frames of playground equipment, laid a huge body of water. I knew not whether it was the sea, though it made no difference at the time. I inhaled deeply through my nose tracing the smells as well I could. A whiff of fouled sand came from the shoreline, where gulls wheeled and the sun baked the remains of a large fish. From the grassy hillside came the scent of 'green' alerting me that someone had just passed this way. And fainter still was the hint of the huge evergreen that leaned over the path some three hundred meters ahead. I took these things i

"What was that?' I questioned. 'I apologize, but my mind has been wondering and I didn't hear what you said." She smiled, not a quick flash of her perfect teeth or a disguised pout, but a genuine smile; a smile that was as beautiful as it was innocent.

Passing through the apartments and edging up a short incline, I found myself upon a road. Here the scenery became distinctly foreign. I saw a filthy white automobile rumbling towards me, but instead of being reassured by its presence. I was quite alarmed. The driver nosed his vehicle to a stop directly in front of me and demanded that I get in the passengers seat. Not understanding the request, and being slightly taken aback by his dwarfish features, I refused wholeheartedly. This seemed to be the response for which he was prepared, for he immediately broke into a toothy grin and gestured to the seat once more. I hesitantly seated myself, trying to protect my khaki pants from the soiled vinyl seats.

We rode in silence. I didn't know him and he couldn't understand me. We seemed to have nothing in common. Finally, my driver reached over to the radio and turned on an old Beatle's song entitled 'Yellow Submarine'. I grinned broadly and began to shake my head not quite believing my ears. My driver smiled, extending his hand and said, 'Beatles, ok!' Communication, though rudimentary, had been established.

Scrapping our chairs across the rough slate floor, I strode ahead to open the large double doors. Grasping the cold metal ring, I tugged on the door but it seemed to be stuck. She glided past me, gently pushing the door open and held it while I sheepishly walk through.

I paid the driver and walked up the high narrow steps into Oasis, one of the better cafes in

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Approximate Word count = 1176
Approximate Pages = 5 (250 words per page double spaced)

Category: English