Mi Nombre...

So a while back I was sitting on the 421 Bus, minding my own business when I look at the wall and see my Name!!  It was written with a pen, HAya.  Now when I told my friends they were like, "Someone was probably practicing their subjunctive of 'hacer'."  Hacer in the subjunctive is haya, but I did not believe it.  I like to think that someone wrote my name on that bus...thinking that I will never be on the same bus again, I took a picture of it.
And ever since then, when ever I am on the 421 bus I always look to see if my name is there.  Losing hope that I will never see my name again, today I hop onto the 421 bus.  At first I totally forgot to look for my name and then I spot it!!!  I sit next to my name even though its on the sun side and I am dripping from sweat.  There is something so comforting to be able to find my name again.  Hopefully I will have another opportunity to see my name before I leave Chile.
I cannot believe I have less than 5 weeks left here.  I am beginning to get really sad.