The seed has grown.

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Thursday, November 1, 2012

This entry is about the pioneers. The courageous people that inspired me to travel again. The ones that decided to leave fears behind and just go for the adventure.
My friend Chef G. And Mr. Mustache. I'll refer to them this way because I don't honestly know if they're okay with me mentioning them.
Talking to them the impression I got was that, like me, the seed of the idea of exploring the world has grown into a plant now and its flowers are struggling to bloom.
My last days in LA were just a race against time to raise as much money as I could for the trip. I achieved this by couchsurfing with some friends.
At the beginning, I can't deny it, I was scared about not finding hosts and having to pay for hotels or whatever. Fortunately everything fitted perfectly, like a puzzle. Seeing them fit each other gave me a lot of confidence.

My last couchsurfing experience in LA starts with luxury. I stayed in a gorgeous house in Beverly Hills that was sponsored by a dear friend. The stay was short but extremely useful. My host was really welcoming, even thou she claims not to be a Couchsurfer, she excelled.

After this comes the story of the city-state of Woodland Hills. Funny to see what kind of crazy tight security surrounded such good-hearted people. Lucky for me, my host was traveling for a good amount of days while I was staying at his place, so instead of sleeping in the air mattress (which was comfortable anyways), I stayed at his room. Friends like this are hard to find. Friends like this are hard to leave behind.

My longest stay during this whole CS experiment was quite a surprise. I was supposed to stay for only a week, but by the end of it my host told me that he was traveling for something like 2 weeks, so I could stay until almost the end of the month (you see a pattern here? yeah, I'm that lucky) His hospitality was outstanding, there are no words to describe how thankful I am.

My last days I shared with a friend that I met almost immediately after I arrived for the first time to LA almost a year and a half ago. Also Mexican, speaking Spanish was refreshing for a change. What's interesting about this is that up until then I have sold or given away all of my stuff but one last and very important item, my motorcycle. It all looked like I'd have to leave it with my friend and expect it to be sold someday after I was one gone. I have tried to sell it in almost every known website, but for almost a month and a half, no luck. Lately I've been living my life by the motto "The only war that you'll surely lose is the one you don't fight." so I posted one last ad in Craigslist with no real hope of anyone answering it. While doing my bags my phone vibrates, someone sent me an email saying that he wanted to buy the motorcycle "right now". He even offered to drive all the way from Pasadena to pick it up. I was stunned, literally. He finally showed up 45 minutes later and after some negotiations he finally bought it. (You can start calling me Captain "Perfect-Timing" Amadeo).
That was it, my last bound to LA was finally untied; so, ready to spread my wings the sky was the limit.

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