When the bus stopped in a small square, Maria was reading her magazine and didn't realize that she had arrived at her destination. "This is Santa Terasa", Martin said. "You've arrived home!" I suppose your cousin will be waiting for us. "Come on. I'll carry the bags." Maria thought, "All those years when I was living in NewYork, I used to dream of this moment. And now it's real, I can't believe it! Here I am, I'm really standing in the square." Santa Terasa was Maria's birthplace, but she left the town at the age of six. She had some memories of the town, and some photos, but did she belong here still? She didn't know. Nobody was waiting in the square. Perhaps her cousin Pablo hadn't received Maria's letter. "What are we going to do now?" asked Martin. "There isn't even a hotel here!
When the bus stopped in a small square, Maria was reading her magazine and didn't realize that she had arrived at her destination. "This is Santa Terasa", Martin said. "You've arrived home!" I suppose your cousin will be waiting for us. "Come on. I'll carry the bags." Maria thought, "All those years when I was living in NewYork, I used to dream of this moment. And now it's real, I can't believe it! Here I am, I'm really standing in the square." Santa Terasa was Maria's birthplace, but she left the town at the age of six. She had some memories of the town, and some photos, but did she belong here still? She didn't know. Nobody was waiting in the square. Perhaps her cousin Pablo hadn't received Maria's letter. "What are we going to do now?" asked Martin. "There isn't even a hotel here!