My wife and I drive and park at a kind of scenic overlook. Its a national park area and the parking lot is crowded and precarious to drive through as the open spaces are narrow and on sandy dunes. I park, and am talking with my wife, Cassidy, when a local sherrif gets out of his car and complians I have parked too close to other cars. I point out that while I am close, I was here first and the *other* cars pulled up after us. He is not happy, but I seemed to have avoided getting a ticket.
Cassidy and I get out and walk to a hotel restuarant area. When we first go in, it seems like a small hotel for national park visitors, but it transforms inside to a very complex hotel that is in Mexico or South America. After wandering around in the halls (we can't seem to decide whether to stay or keep going) we stop awhile in a room to nap. I look out the window a see a young boy who flys up to our 8th or 9th story window from the tropical grounds below. He is a window washer or something like that. Its the shirt he is wearing that allows him to fly up to the windows using the currents of air in the area. I'm quite amazed, but also feel a little intruded upon.
Later we leave and while walking along the road away from the hotel, I notice the boy's shirt just lying in the road like a guinea sack. I think to myself how odd it is to leave such a valuable thing in the road and wonder if perhaps it only works a few times.
