Each time I take a carro (a pickup truck) to and from Muisne it is a different experience. Yesterday, the truck was almost full (18 people) so I stood in the middle among a sack of something and some backpacks. There was a group of women who exploded in laughter every few seconds the entire way to Muisne. On the way back, about 20 people stood up in a carro that didn’t have any benches in the back. We were full, as they say here, and still kept picking up more people. Alvaro and his brothers jumped on as well, riding outside the truck on the side (there is a rack for people to hold on). When we got close to the station, I banged on the roof to get the car to stop, and climbed up the side of the truck and jumped off because there was no other way to get off with all the people. A few days ago, Alvaro and I got on a carro that was filled with yellow containers of water for washing clothes. I stood up while he hung on the tailgate and at every bump in the road a little bit of water splashed on us.
