Coen and I took the Megabus from Milwaukee to Minneapolis on our way back from the Lomira/Fond du Lac area. Coen was a very good boy and it was actually a relaxing ride. Mostly. Coen cried for a little but then fell asleep.
FYI, if you ever take the Megabus, don’t expect a bus station. Expect a random sign by the side of the road. Not easy to find.
When we arrived, we were waiting for Enterprise (they pick you up) to get our car to drive down and Coen was entertaining a couple women; one my age and one my mother’s age. The one my age was talking with Coen while the young-grandmother-age woman and I were talking about people picking us up late. Coen was drinking out of a normal water bottle and loving it. (And spilling it.) The women who he had been entertaining said “Oh, you are so lucky to have water. Do you like water?” and Coen stopped drinking, looked at her sternly, and told her “agua.” Not water apparently. She was shocked and said “Agua? Is he speaking Spanish?” I told her we speak both languages at home, but English more. She was very impressed and after calling it agua, Coen felt compelled to keep entertaining.
Asi es la vida.
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