“Are you Danish?” a tall blonde man who could be drunk asked me. Throwing my hands up and moving them like invisible headlights, I gestured no. At the end of the 25 minute bus ride the conversation ended on a hand shake, and I knew I would probably never meet Mat “with one t” again.
There were no obligations in the moving lounge on wheels, it was a casual experience. While riding the bus in Copenhagen, I saw the similarities to getting around in Santa Cruz. At 7:30 on route 20 I would talk about the Giants with another twenty something in flannel, I would walk to class getting to know a girl in my 8 a.m. lecture. With so many people on the bus, there are so many connections for you to make.
