What I love most about public transportation is watching people on the bus and wondering what their stories might be. Right now as I take the bus Downtown I notice a man sitting across from me with a Los Angeles city guide. It makes me wonder what country he might be from, whether he’s travelling alone, and whether he likes this city I call my home. I watched as he watched someone else’s baby smile at others, and I witnessed a smile crack on his own weathered face. It reminds me of all the times I was a stranger in other cities and countries, wandering someone else’s hometown aimlessly via public transit. It’s humbling to think that we all come from different cultures and different walks in life, but all take pleasure in the same things: exploring, learning, seeing, and the innocent laughter of a small child.