I met a wonderful man on the bus.
Before that we spent the waiting
time with talking; and he killed an
ant with wings, he thought I was
afraid or bothered by it!? Then we
talked on the bus, he was from Chile;
we were speaking English.

He promised to learn me Spanish,
if I helped him with his Swedish. We
had a good conversation; about
many importent things in life; religion,
spirituality, different kind of climates,
forests, Chile and so on. This man
was kind and boyish- exactly according
my taste of person; he was mormon;
a little shorter than I; really nice and
cute!

I promised to call him, he gave
me his number- I´ll do it because I
promised; and it will be a pleasure to
talk with him again; maybe learn
some Spanish too- among other
things.