There were two girls who sat in front of me on the train. I was pretty tired and passing in and out of sleep, but I overheard bits and pieces of their conversation. They were from Australia, and I could tell that they were visiting Los Angeles for the first time. I was sad that I didn't talk with them until the end of the trip. They were traveling for three weeks in North America before living in Dublin, Ireland for 18 months. They were taking the MTA from Union Station up to Santa Monica that night to stay at a hostel. With two very large pink suitcases that they could barely get out the door of the train,they asked me if the bus to Santa Monica was safe.
But I had a different bus to catch.
The rest of the trip was less enjoyable.
I think I've lost my faith in the public transportation system. There were only six of us on the bus from LA to Fresno. Six people in a huge bus that can't get more than 4 MPG. I had paid for a bus ticket that almost costs the same as renting a car and filling it with gas. The A/C was stuck on the whole time. It wasn't so bad in LA but once we climbed up to the snow level on the Grapevine and down into the chilly central valley, I was freezing. We stopped in Bakersfield and had to wait on the bus for over an hour while the mechanic checked it out. They finally moved all six of us to another bus with another driver. I didn't get to Fresno until 12:30am.
It's not like believing in God. God is always there, always working, being God, always the same whether you believe or not.
It's more like believing in Tinker Bell.
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