Dreams of Spain

I was in Spain, and with me several people: an old friend from college, and new friends from work. We gathered at my grandmother’s house and load up the car with a cooler full of water and food. We set out to Zahara de los Atunes, I was driving and I had my GPS ready but then something strange happened. The GPS led us astray, and no matter what I did or what I entered, it would never take us to the beach. Finally I noticed, the GPS wouldn’t accept the letter “H” so every time I tried to enter the name on the GPS it wouldn’t accept it.
I remember other details, the first is that the car was not an automatic, the second is that for some reason I was left at my grandmother’s house and he spent all day with my old college friend. An insane jealousy overcame me, and fear, an immense fear of loosing that which was not mine to begin with.

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