Cristian is half Italian, and half German, but lives in Germany. Although, if you met him, you would thinks he was 100% Italian. He's pretty much the only person I've hung out with the last three days. We both checked into the room at the same time, and I later found out that it was his very first day in Australia, and his very first day outside Europe. He's 27, but you wouldn't know it. He's here for 3 weeks before flying to America, and South America.
Today, we were out shopping because he forgot to bring a beach towel from home. I was walking in front, and I guess at some point he had stopped. "Steve!" he yelled. I turned around, as did many other people in the mall, and I walked over to where he was. Well. He was squatting down, looking at speedo's. Now, I have never been speedo shopping, nor have I been around when someone else is speedo shopping. I stood next to him for about 20 seconds. Then I got quite uncomfortable. There he is, picking up different speedo's and inspecting them all over, and I have no idea what to do. I finally decided I'd have to let him go, and I went off and looked at other things.
Tonight I have a set at O'Malley's Hotel. It's the Irish pub in which I first played in Oz. The same guy is still there, and when I asked him about playing he said he remembered me. I'm pretty sure I've improved quite a bit since I last played there, and having a 'magic' hat while I'm up there shouldn't hurt either.
Tomorrow, my adventure takes another turn. I'm off to the land of lambs. I will be flying to New Zealand to catch up with all the awesome kiwi's I've met on my adventure over here, for Christmas, New Years and beyond. Some of them are still kicking around Oz, but most of them are back home for the holidays. I really hope they have comfortable couches.
niiiiice.
