Day 3: The buses don't like me.

Today was the first official day of classes.  I rode home with two guys from my group, but missed the bus stop where I was supposed to get off to catch another bus.  Luckily, the guys got off with me at the next stop to walk with me back to the next bus station I needed to get to.  How nice!  After that I had to wait for 30 minutes for another bus.

Reasons that I like the buses:

•  I feel legit when riding a city bus.
•  It's better than walking.

Ways that the buses are teaching me patience:

• There aren't schedules for the buses.  They just come whenever, so you never know how long it will take you to get somewhere.  Although, that's also cool because the emphasis on time isn't felt here like it is in America.  That part is awesome!
• Sometimes the buses don't want to stop for you at the bus stop so you have to wave them down.
• They're confusing and I'm already bad at directions.  I've gotten off the buses one stop too late 3 times just today.  Yikes.  That really only means more walking, but my goal is to get this bus thing down the end of the week.

We also went to Walmart.  I only mention this because they had fake Crocs there and I think my grandmother should know such things.



Oh and she should also know that the other fake Crocs I ended up buying in the states are indeed working out quite nicely:)






Wake up call: 5 am.