When things are too good to be true, is it better to enjoy it or doubt it? How about this: just roll with it. Not really knowing what time buses leave the city and come to my site, I was pleasantly surprised to see a bus to my town waiting at the bus stop when I arrived early Sunday morning. I was hungry, wanted to wash my face, and it was cold!
The second better than expected clue should have been that the bus fare was two-thirds of what I paid to come into the city. But whatever, just roll with it.
And roll I did…right into a village (which sits about two thirds of the way back to my town) by the same namesake as my town. In the future, I will insure that I read the whole placard in the bus windshield, not just the first four letters.
After a good laugh with the driver and a few humbling conversations with some elderly women headed to Church…I was told to wait for a second bus that would take me to town. In total, I paid double the standard fare, was even hungrier than before, and counted my lucky stars because I still had the sense to laugh at my situation. I guess I’m going to be alright here… And guess what, my host Mom was putting those cabbage placinte in the oven right as I walked in the door. Bliss wrapped in warmth. It was only 8:30 am.
The second better than expected clue should have been that the bus fare was two-thirds of what I paid to come into the city. But whatever, just roll with it.
And roll I did…right into a village (which sits about two thirds of the way back to my town) by the same namesake as my town. In the future, I will insure that I read the whole placard in the bus windshield, not just the first four letters.
After a good laugh with the driver and a few humbling conversations with some elderly women headed to Church…I was told to wait for a second bus that would take me to town. In total, I paid double the standard fare, was even hungrier than before, and counted my lucky stars because I still had the sense to laugh at my situation. I guess I’m going to be alright here… And guess what, my host Mom was putting those cabbage placinte in the oven right as I walked in the door. Bliss wrapped in warmth. It was only 8:30 am.
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