Laura
“So, how did you meet Laura?” “Do you want to hear the long or the short story?” “Ehm, start with the short one and then I’ll decide.” “In a hostel in Bolivia.” “Well, that is a little bit short.” “Haha. Yeah I know. OK, the long story then. It’ll take a while. Only that you already know. I think it was about a year ago. I started working as an English teacher in Colombia. I wanted to practice Spanish and then become an English and Spanish teacher back home. I had to convince my parents to come here. They said Spain would be better and closer, but nah, I wanted to go as far away from home as possible. Plus I’m afraid of flying so I only went there once but I’m still in South America. Procrastenating my flight back home. But maybe, as I’m with Laura now, I’ll stay with her. She’s from Australia, you know. Or I’ll just stay here. It’s a nice place, isn’t it? Anyhow I was working in Colombia. It’s awesome. Have you ever been there?” “No, only here to Chile.” “Aww, you have ...