My Street

As I turn right on Sebastopol Rd, I notice the difference to the rest of the city. As I turn onto the street, on my right I see a "taqueria", a mexican restaurant. Right across from it, I notice the new mexican market. I notice the sides of road a bit more messy compared to the rest of the streets in town. As I keep driving down, I notice two ice cream men with their carts, one on each side of the road. I hear the bells as I drive right past them. On the corner I see a "taco truck" with smoke coming out from the top of the truck. I see a bunch of jewlery stores. This street brings a lot of emotions and memories. When I'm on this street, I feel like I have been their most of my life, this is because it reminds me of the country where I was born. Not just me notices this street, but I am sure the rest of the town does as well.