Visitors

“I met a guy from Michigan…”, as far as I know that’s the second entry in the Internet that begins with this lines and again it’s true. He was as far as I can reconsider the second American I ever met and if I think about that all my ideas and opinions about the US are based on movies and cliches are he was a big disappointment. In a positive way. He is a kind of hardcore traveler, on the road since he was eighteen and the list of countries he has visited is longer than the list I’ve met her in Oslo so far. All the stories behind this as well. It’s quite amazing how different life’s can be, even when they’ve lasted equally long. I won’t say I’m jealous, just very interested in the stuff he experienced and I’m grateful for the conversations we had.