I was traveling on a bus back to Sofia this weekend. The vehicle was meant for 20 passengers, yet somehow held over 40 of which I was one - stuck way back at the end with a wonderful book, smiling neighbors and the determined desire to last the trip which promised to be hot and stuffy. It was more than that, there were swirls of humidity and droplets of heat that danced like crazy around me. I took my hat off, and sank deeper in my book, knowing the end of the trip was near. 3 hours is not a long time, I thought.
Sometimes you have a goal that you can clearly see, yet when you set off to reach it, you find yourself thrown mercilessly out of your comfort zone, way out there. It takes the secure knowledge of a promised happy end for you to stay and persevere. It's crucial then, to be on the right bus.