I was just thinking about how much people shape my experiences and view of place as I travel. Here are some stories I've collected and glorious people we've met in the last couple of weeks...
Port Macquarie
Kyle from Canada...worked at the hostel we stayed at. He was eating a Big Mac and was on his way home to Canada when he was offered a job at the hostel. He used a healthy dose of sarcasm with everything he said and really big words in the morning. He was a gentleman...drove us around...let us play video games...use the Internet for free...gave us gummy worms. However, don't cross him when he's cleaning. I was in the room doing a beauty routine that only burnettes understand when he opened the locked door unannounced vacuuming. I threw the covers over my head and pretended to be sleeping. Tara walked in 30 seconds later, realized what was going on, and said "she's sleeping!!" (like what are you thinking tone of voice). He left. We went to the bathroom where I was doing round two beauty treatment and he knocked on the door and said he was coming in to mop...really Kyle????
Surfer's Paradise
Jill from San Diego...truly our lost sister she walked right in and declared she loved "us." We haven't stopped laughing since and we even stayed in Surfer's and extra night to be with her. We have created many "epic" moments...such as dancing to techno like crazy people and feeling like cougars (we swear 17 year olds snuck into the club). She has a wicked life as a bartender in an Irish pub and lives in a cozy beach town. She hangs out with surfers, boarders, and musicians. Yup we want to live in her house. I'd even take a closet. The three of us own up to the obnoxious loud American stereotype but we just can't help laughing till our guts ache.
More to come when I don't run out of Internet time..ugh...
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