You could never imagine the places that buying a bus will take you.

As we drove south of the city, to Guamani, the fifth place we had gone, we hoped that after all of our search we would finally find a bus. We had no luck yet, but we remained hopeful.
The further south we went buildings seemed a bit more decrepid, some were mere concrete structures with no roofs and others just shadows of buildings that once were, torn paint and whithered metal roofs. It was sunday, so most businesses were closed and normal families weren´t wandering the streets. They were probably at home sharing meals and beers with family and friends. Trash lined the banks of the worn avenue. Our driver called headquarters repeatedly trying to figure out the way as Alaena questioned his speed and Alex and I sat quietly observing.
As our collective nervousness came to a boil, we finally turned down a side street and begin to go up. We came to the climax of the hill, people lined the streets, women, children, street vendors, skinny homeless dogs and cats. We paid the driver and got out of the car. Chaos surrounded us and we walked towards it with confidence and the giant lot of cars revealed itself.
This was what we were all looking for. We had all pictured it to look like this, a lot of cars as far as the eyes could see, music blaring out of every car as their owners sat motionless in the front seat waiting for a bidder, hundreds of people wandering, inspecting, restaurants thrown together with bamboo, tarps, plastic tables, chairs, and whole deep fried pigs sitting on the front table enticing the hungry. This was it. But where were the busses in this merky, chaotic sea of vendors, customers and creatons.
We searched. In the distance one of us spotted a bus. We walked towards it. We came to a smaller lot full of busses and trucks. The excitement we had with the initial idea resurfaced and we all lit up.
There it was white, blue and black. The perfect size, the perfect price, the perfect moment at the perfect time in all of our lives. The only time that we could ever consider this idea, put all the work we had into it, and believe in each other and the idea so completely. The time before any of us had become jaded with time, failure, success, and stagnation. A time that we believed in and wanted. And I know that even if we don´t succeed, we had already lived our adventurous future, maybe only in our heads, thousands of times this past week. I can always think back on the time we wanted to drive a bus around South America and I will know to myself that we did it, regardless of whether we buy it or not, because of the strength of our belief and imaginations. Wait...then we have to buy the fucking bus becuase if we don´t everything I just said was bullshit.