TBTT#6 Geography Schmeography ~ 3/13/2012

I dreamed that on the far eastern coast of Texas, a rocky jut of land surrounded by turbulent ocean was foreign soil, both Canadian and Mexican. The limestone of its cliffs was honeycombed with shrines to la Virgen de Guadalupe, and the national anthem was O Canada, or, actually, the tune of Hail Poetry with the words to O Canada, except Hail Poetry was the melody, and the tune to O Canada was the alto line. My Dad came back and moved us all there, and we all lived happily ever after, speaking Spanish and singing Hail Canada.