Watch out for those crazy bus drivers.

Today I conquered. Today I gained a tiny bit of independence. Today I drove into work from my apartment on the crazy streets of Guate. Alone.

The soundtrack was a mix cd in the car I found of fantastically awful American music. I sang along at the top of my lungs, in part to drown out the people beeping at me for driving too slow. (Just kidding, who knows what they were honking at.)

Oh, sweet freedom.