I love people who are comfortable enough to sleep in the streets. I feel the majority of the population could not do this as they either have too many expensive possessions to worry about on their person at all times, or are just generally worried about being harassed by passerbys. But homeless people are like human cats who can fall asleep anywhere, and even though I may share a photo of a sleeping street person (or street sleeper as I refer to them in my brain) now and then throughout my posts, I absolutely respect them because in an instant any one of us could experience a sudden catastrophe and join their club. I see them as a gentle reminder of how fragile life is, how we all just teeter on the edge and our general contempt for them is more fear based than anything. Fear of becoming them. But in my own opinion a lot of them are far more close to enlightenment than most, as well as leaving much less of a footprint on the environment than the rest of us. They can just get up and go anywhere at anytime, even if they choose to go nowhere.
Mainly Laura, from Finland but the other girls as well all had a serendipitous encounter at the Couchsurfer house we stayed at in San Fran for our first night before moving on to the Adelaide Hostel. A fellow Au Pair they had known from Boston, who Laura had a falling out with, was by chance hanging out in the kitchen when we arrived. So an awkward hello and laughs were shared then everyone went on about their business. 3,000 miles away and she still couldn’t stay away from all her self created dramas, she was definitely the major stick in our ass during that trip.
…continued in Pt. 3