Making Friends - Blogabond

In email to Gary:
haha, yeah, the hostel is actually some what of a dump. A dump, but a bohemian dump with heaps of character and heaps of characters. Last night I watched another movie with the Colombian rasta. School of Rock this time and thankfully with Spanish subtitles. Dubbed flicks always bomb. We hung out a little bit after, heh heh, which kinda sucks cause I can't follow any of his conversations, so I just sit and smile. I think the next hostel I stay in will be a little more of a gringo hostel. Sometimes those get old, but at least it's a little easier to make friends. Ya know, I never have a problem making friends with friend's friends - it's easy as pie. I'm in my comfort zone. But for some reason I'm shy when it comes to making friends with complete strangers. I hold back on my comments in fear of offending people. Truth is, my comments wouldn't offend me, but not much does. ha, and then the language barrier doesn't help much on top. ...but usually there's at least one person who's nice to me (and can understand me - that's always important) and then I start making more friends. Yup, that's the process of how I meet people right now.

The nice person at this hostel is Valeria, a fashion designer from a city north of here. She's trying to sell some of her designs and then wants to travel Europe. She showed me an reversable vest she made - not my style, but pretty cool. Today she told me about a Salvadore Dali expo downtown, so I'm heading there and then will prolly buy a ticket outta BA. It doesn't look like I'll be getting the English job here. I'm gonna call the big-boss-lady one last time to see what's up. No biggie though. My finances are a little better than I thought: budget traveller poor, not beggar poor.

You got a good idea, Gary, I should start painting you naked. Or at least drawing you naked. I can't really paint, but I sure as hell can draw. Maybe I'll start doing that and then once I get a collection I'll start selling to other travellers. It'll probably create an influx of Edmonton bound travellers.

Right now I'm reading a butt load. Jordan left me "Hey Nostradomas!" and I've plowed through it in 3 days. That's the equivalent accomplishment as Steven Hawking running a mile in 8 minutes. I haven't figured out exactly what this means. Either I'm bored and should change something or I should keep reading as normally I'm pretty lazy in that department. And before that I read "The 5 Love Languages". Hands down I speak Quality Time.

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ryanmyers on July 3, 2009 from Buenos Aires, Argentina, Argentina

from the travel blog: Ryan's First Sabbatical

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