Andrew and I figured out how to use the buses today! We made our way to the main bus station (at the Kennedy Arkaden, a mall-type place with a movie theater, too) and purchased two bus passes, which we then took outside to wait for our bus to IKEA. It turned out that we had written down the wrong directions, having looked up the way to Andrew's job at the University instead of toward IKEA, which is in the complete opposite direction, but luckily we figured it out before getting on a bus by checking the map at the bus shelter.
Tickets in hand, we boarded the bus, but had no idea what to do with said tickets, and so just sat down after the driver nodded his approval at us. It became abundantly clear that we should have done
something (anything) with the tickets, because there was nothing to stop us from using them again. We translated the back of them as best we could, and patched together a translation that roughly came out to: GET THESE STAMPED WHEN YOU GET ON THE BUS! We confessed our ignorance to the bus driver when exiting at the IKEA stop, but he just laughed and let us have a free ride after showing us what to do for next time.
So... after our ordeal on the bus, we were feeling a bit stupid, but entering IKEA was like going home again since every IKEA floor plan seems to be identical - we could have been in the Chicago suburbs! We headed to their cafeteria first and I had some authentic (not really) frikadelle while Andrew just had pizza. Yum!
After spending hours in IKEA, we expertly boarded the bus home; we're pros now. Come visit and we'll take you for a ride.