I'm just a Guest here

My good friend has invited me to participate, nay collaborate on this blog. And I am honored. Although my reasons and reasoning do not correspond with his, I am no less excited to be here and write.

I often forget in my travels that I am a guest in someone else's town or their local pub. Not in a brutish, loudmouthed, obnoxious sort of way. But there comes a point in every travelers life where local pubs, bars, hangouts (whatever moniker your prefer) begin to feel the same. From Singapore to Halifax to San Diego, "local" establishments feel the same. And that familiarity can breed a certain amount of comfort that often times translates to a brazen lack of respect. We are often loud and overbearing when we share opinions. Not to be rude or pushy mind you. I enjoy conversation with the people I meet. I don't want to annoy them the first time we meet. But the combination of new people who have never heard my unique (and often flawless reasoning) combined with the local libation, creates a vortex of conditions that can be mistaken for rude.

This is most certainly not the case! As I mentioned above, there comes a point where all local bars begin to feel like YOUR local bar. And if I'm in my local bar, I feel well within my right to correct you. This condition should have a name. Something peculiar to people who enjoy traveling as much as they enjoy drinking.

I am a guest here. And I enjoy this feeling. But if I get too comfortable and offend, don't yell.


Malo

Location:S.W. Texas