bus #6

Every morning we got up and made our way from the place where we were staying to my parents' apartment. We tried the metro once, but it proved to be too difficult trying to squeeze into the train cars with a baby, two backpacks and a stroller. Fortunately, there was a bus going from where we lived almost to the door of my parents' apartment. Each morning we took the bus there, taking up the entire back row of four seats with all of our stuff. Each evening we took the bus back. And since we took the bus so often and mostly at the same times, we started recognizing the drivers. One of the drivers smoked all the time, so we hated his bus. Unfortunately, his was the bus we rode most of the time.