There were many interesting sights to see while we were driving, but the weather sort of got in the way. It was very grey and gloomy, as if the city itself didn't want me to come.
Seeing how it was early in the morning on a Thursday, I would've been the same way. I could get used to this.
Looking down at my camera, I noticed a little box on the floor next to my feet. They looked like cassettes. As I studied them closer, I saw that they had handwriting on them. They were names of artists and bands like Queen, The Rolling Stones, and (my favorite artist of all time) David Bowie.
"Bowie? You like Bowie?" I asked, interest in my voice. "Of course I like Bowie! He's a classic. Who wouldn't like him?" answered Grandma.
"I love him! Dad would always play it to me in the car on my way to school." She smiled. "Takes after his father. He would always sing Starman to him as a lullaby."
I looked at her with a questionable expression. "Grandfather passed before I was born, right?"
She shook her head. "No no. He died just after you were born. He was very happy to hold you in his arms when we went to visit you. He would sing to you also. But you were just a little baby, so you probably don't remember."
"Oh, okay," I said as I kept looking at the box.
"Well, Aurelia. Don't just stare at them. Pop one in. We still have about 20 minutes to go before we get there," Grandma stated.
I held the little box and looked for and album.
"What's your favorite album of his, darling? You can put which ever one you want on, I don't mind."
"Well, I do like Ziggy Stardust--" "Really? That's my favorite too!" She interrupted.
I smiled and slid in the cassette, and waited to hear the drums play at the beginning of the first track.
Grandma would hum along to the songs while tapping her fingers to the beat on the steering wheel.
For a 70 year old woman, she sure looked much younger and had much more energy than anyone else I have met.
I yawned every once in a while, trying to keep my tired eyes from closing shut every time I blinked.
Grandma looked at me, a bit of worry on her face. "Oh, you look very tired, sweetheart. We'll just turn right here and be in the neighborhood, where you can go up into your room and nap while I make lunch, alright?"
I groaned a yes, then opened my eyes to see that we already left the city a while ago. We were passing fields and and animals. I saw little houses in the back, large 2 stories that looked like they owned the property.
As we turned on the dirt road, we came across an nice, freshly painted white house with two floors.
"Wow. This is a really nice house, Grandma."
Her eyes twinkled when she looked at me.
"I'm glad you like it. Just wait until you see how I fixed your room up!"
I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk, and followed Grandma onto the nice little porch, which was decorated with plants of all shapes, sizes, and colors.
Once she finally managed to find her keys and unlock the door, a wave of air that smelled of cookies, antiques, and cigarettes hit me straight up the nose.
The smell was quite comforting.
