Today’s prompt is to write a story from first person point of view. The challenge is going to play with point of view coming up, so expect to see this story (based on personal experience) repeated over the next few days.
Sundays in Catholic country are always difficult for sightseeing, but seeing as the two of us are Jewish or Protestant Americans, we forget this travel truth. We had made plans over coffee brewed from the finca outside of the cafe to go to this nature reserve. It was open for a half day, so easy-peasy decision to make. We also forget that not everyone runs on American timetables even though we only travel outside of the U.S. Time habits are hard to break.
Once we arrive at the reserve, we check with the gate, asking in tourist Spanish when the last bus heads back. Four in the afternoon. We look at our watches. I only wear mine when I’m traveling; at home, I am on time if I leave on time and my life has enough clocks in it, I don’t need one strapped to my wrist.