Inner Peace

I was filled with excitement when I arrived on the west coast. I left my family behind after attending college to pursue a better job opportunity. My itinerary included a week to just relax and sightsee. First, I had to learn how to get around the city using public transportation. So, I randomly chose buses and rode to the end of the bus route and back again to get familiar with the city.

The first week that I arrived on the west coast, I met a man from Argentina. He was staying at the same hotel that I stayed, and we were both two ducks out of the water. He was looking for a guide to help him get around the city, because he had business acquaintances to meet. He was very friendly and had already established a friendship with several guys staying at the hotel before I arrived. We were a pathetic bunch of individuals, trying to learn how to get from one place to another. After a long day of pounding the pavement in search of employment, my new friends and I would often meet in the lobby of the hotel to give each other support.

They were really nice guys and when we weren’t preoccupied with this or that, often met to go out on the town. I had a blast with my Argentina friend. He was lively and hilarious. I felt very comfortable around him. He proudly told me about his country and mentioned that Argentineans did not show prejudice towards individuals that were considered a mixed bred. I was stunned after hearing him explain his culture to me.

After a few weeks, one by one my new friends found employment and checked out of the hotel. My Argentina friend, business arrangements were concluded and he went back to his country. We kept in touch for a few months and eventually went our separate ways. I will never forget him and will always cherish the time that we shared together.

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