I was on the phone with sebastian, trying to make note of the directions to his house when I hurriedly looked up at the yellow-lit blocks of numbers indicating which buses would arrive at the stop. A red double-decker bus, it's sign lit up in green contrasted against black, shoulted "27!!!", my bus! I held my card up to the electronic register and stumbled into the seat across from a young guy. He had a youthful style. Hoodie zipped over a tee and baggy jeans. He had his head-phones in. I glanced around, trying to get my bearings. Am I on the right bus? no maps! glancing around in a slight panic, I decided to ask this young guy in front of me. He pulled out his headphones and apologized straight out. "I'm from Ireland, sorry, my cousin just put me on this bus, I have no idea where I'm going" I assured him that it was ok and tried comically to still find out where I was headed even a couple times attempting to go up to the bus window, but he seemed busy driving or busy with passengers just arriving. I asked him what his name was.
"Connor" he replied.
Very Irish! i thought
I introduced myself. After shaking my hand he realized that I was wearing a ring.
he asked "your ring, it's a claddagh ring?"
"yeah," i replied "my flatmate had one and i liked the idea of it so i bought one at a market here" he proceeded to show me his ring. It was beautiful, a tarnished gold ring in the exact same style. He explained that this town he grew up in was the town that made these rings in Ireland. While I wondered at this he looked up to see that we were nearing baker street, my stop. He pushed the button, reaching across the aisle to do so.
"Thank you" I said with an outstretched hand to wave goodbye.
As i stepped off I smiled...
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