Bus stops in Canada make me feel uneasy.
They are filled with eager, impatient travelers trying to get where they are going faster.
Or there are foreign travelers, with their backpacks and aura of adventure that I’m jealous of because I’m stuck here for now.
People speak in different languages too. The old ladies speaking italian are annoying, they talk too much. It’s all too much. Hearing them speak just makes me want to be back in the terminal in Rome waiting for my bus to Paris.
I guess I’m not truly annoyed I’m just sad.
Because Canadian bus terminals are just like any other bus terminal in the world. I just wish I was in another one.