The great thing about traveling is the way you open yourself up to new experiences and meeting new people. When you return you tell yourself, you will be like that all the time. Then the realities of life set in and it’s back to work and a regular routine. The Couchsurfing Project tries to keep the vacation alive. The idea is like hosteling on steroids. People offer their couch or extra room to fellow travelers. I hosted my first surfers recently, and it was like inviting a sitcom into my house.
Graeme and Cameron walked up my drive on a busy Friday afternoon carrying everything they owned and pushing Graeme’s bike. I was on my way to a meeting and didn’t have time to “chill and chat.” They were fine just settling in and maybe doing some yoga in the backyard. I left without a second thought, but 90 minutes later my next door neighbor called. Apparently, their downward dog routine was riling up his dog. When he peeked over the wall, he saw two skinny, dreadlocked boys covered in tattoos and piercings. He was about to call the police.
The rest of this weekend was about the same in contrasts as I worked on events and taxes, they discovered neighborhood musicians, “Free Trade” markets, and poetry slams. After three days, they packed up their belongings and left the same way they came – with everything on their backs.