Comentario (Chapter 4)

So that was my night on the town. It was a blast - so much activity and excitement. Still, I'm just not sure I am cut out to do it every night, or really any more than once in a while, and I am pretty sure that means that I am old. But I am ok with that, because I like daylight.

That said, I think I'd be up for it at least once more before I leave this town.

Another totally unrelated comment on the nature of tourist towns. The interaction between tourists and locals is fascinating. Locals become excellent at remaining detatched while making each tourist feel unique and special, as though they are the only tourist that they have ever talked with, danced with, felt like this about, hooked up with. The more naive tourists become excellent in snowing themselves - they convince themselves that we are unique, they are different than the tourists that were here a week ago, they are forming some sort of deep relationship. For the most part, no one really steps out of their roles. Some completely disengage and observe cynically from the side. Others (probably like myself) only half engage, casually participating without wanting (or expecting) any follow through, occasionally stepping away to observe cynically, but still reluctant to completely walk away from a possibility (sort of like agnostisim)

Both sides use each other - it is a thinly veiled contract. And yet, it amazes me (is wonderful) how many people really, truly believe that their situation is different. And, to be fair, ccasionally meaningful relationships are formed, but the reality is that is difficult to do in a town that people are constantly filtering through It's a lot of hope, I guess.