Veinte anos! Veinte!

I'm in the Castro today. First time I'm able to actually get out of the house much this week as I've been so sick with this stupid cold. Feeling better today and venture to the Castro to hang at a coffee shop and read and relax. I spent a couple hours doing that and had the pleasure of running into the ever-pleasant Vince and then I was window shopping and store-hopping and such.

All the sudden as I'm heading back home I run right into a guy coming out of a bookstore as I'm walking passed it. We nearly hit each other we were so close. We both looked at each other and said hi and awkwardly walked next to each other before he started up a conversation.

Turns out he's visiting from El Salvador for the week via a conference for his university. He'd never been to the Castro and was checking it out and enjoying the fruits of another color and that aren't available back home. He was smiling. He was speaking decent English and I was speaking bad Spanish with mixtures of my own bad English. I was trying. It's hard to be conversational in Spanish, although he seemed to be easy to talk to and he helped me.

I asked him what else he wanted to see and visit while here and he kept saying he wanted to see "San Francisco" and all that it had to offer. I told him sights and stuff. He then said he wanted to go to Civic Center-- for what reason I can't imagine. I was heading home so I rode the bus down to Union Square with him and told him that was more interesting than Civic Center and also referred him to the Metreon since he was a techie. A techie university student from El Salvador. Ok.

I could tell he kinda liked me. He was adorable and sweet and I enjoyed speaking espanol with him, albeit mixed with English from me and his practicing his English with me. But I knew he was quite young and I asked him his age-- veinte anos (20). He pleasantly said that I looked younger than I am. So gallant.

I told him places to go to sightsee and I left him to catch my bus up the hill. Shortly after, while waiting for my bus, he showed up again and asked me for ideas of things to do and then invited me to coffee. Isn't he sweet? (Veinte anos! Veinte!) No es bueno para mi porque es tan joven, but he was a nice fellow and I don't want to judge based upon age. (But veinte anos!) I told him I must get home to my freaked-out cat and make sure she was ok after the crazy day (I posted below) she's had. And I told him to go to the Metreon.

Asi, esta es mi tarde con un joven de El Salvador. Esta bien.