Got Lost, Found Pastries

"Want cheap groceries?" they said.
"Yes, I do." I said
So we rode the train to the middle of nowhere.

The view of the street from the elevated train tracks.

I was under the impression Sonny knew where he was going. We all were. And we found the most incredible pastry shop.

Bookcase after bookcase of sweets and bread...

Paper decorations were all over the store.

It was a mostly Hispanic community, but the hipsters still pervaded the streets. There were beautiful, colorful, and sometimes political murals all over the community between adorable victorian brick houses. Even the stairs in the train station were painted.

I couldn't wait to get back to the dorms to eat the pastries I had bought. I had given up on the search for the elusive Cheap Grocery Store. They were flaky and had a strawberry filling with powdered sugar on top. Sort of like a turn over, but doughier. Delicious perfection. I ate one and a half while I waited for the train. I gave Emma a bite of my pastry. It was too much, and the craziness was upon her.

Oh, and the others that kept searching for the mysterious Cheap Grocery Store did find it. Right after we left, apparently. I will definitely be going back there soon.