Couchsurfing pt.2

Well, after 2 hours of waiting at the airport. My Hungarian couchsurfer finally cleared his way through customs. A little jet lagged but ready for his big adventure hitch-hiking across Canada.
Remind me to post about the airport... really facinating people-watching going on there... I feel like it could be a real fun place to hang out. I know I'm weird.
Anyways... It's gonna be an interesting/bizzare next two days. Matayas does speak English very well, he is an introvert and I think on the way back to Rosemont from the airport; I pretty much asked him everything I could ever think of asking him. I was hoping he was just very jet lagged, but as this morning proved when I woke up to him just sitting on my couch staring in to the darkness, verbosity and conversation will not be on the menu.

We checked out the jazz fest last night. He seemed to like it. Pretty mezmorized by the blues guitarists. I figured brining him there would avoid any further long uncomfortable silences. And this AM, I dropped him off in the old port so that he could walk around and discover the fine city on his own terms. I meet up with him in a few hours. Not sure what to do with him. Maybe some World Cup action in Little Portugal. tonight is L'Amère a Boire and the Jazz Fest. At lesast Dave will be there with me to break the silence. Hope he like Afrodizz cause that's what I want to see.

party.....