Hostels are exciting when traveling. You never know who you could meet (good and bad) or what could happen (also good and bad). One of my more memorable experiences was tagging along a pretty solid group of friends. They’re all so kind and treat me like family. I still keep in touch with them.
I’m attracted to one guy in particular because he’s a ray of sunshine – a golden child that beams with happiness. But he has a poetic sentimental side. All day he showers me with sweet nothings and tokens of his affection. He gives me his beanie, random shit we get from street vendors like soap samples. It’s cute in a way, considering we didn’t have much to offer on our backs.
I call this guy Jesus the whole time and it catches on quick with the rest of the group. It’s not his real name, but his real name does *refer* to Jesus, his friends call him Santa (which happens to be a reference too) because of his big belly/dad bod and loud gutteral laugh. His long beard and hair is the cherry on top and makes it all so fucking funny. I was high for a lot of this, and religion is a mind fuck ok?