I then made my way to the airport and waited all afternoon for my flight. I spent some time at the Corona Beach bar kicking back an $8 beer, enjoying the ease of communicating with my friends.
The flight was delayed a little over an hour, so I got into San Diego around 10:30pm and then made my way to the rental car company, all the while, Andre, a friend I made in Bali, Indonesia who I am staying with, is texting me wondering where I am and that they are trying to go to the bars. I get to the rental company and the tell me I have to us a credit card to rent the car or I have to have my exit flight booked to use a debit card. Well, I'm 24 I barely have a credit cad with a $1000 limit, so I sat down, charged my dead phone and searched. I got my flight booked up by around 11, got my car and was on my way. Was a pain in the past two days have been, but now I'm here and I'm free! It was a bit nerve wrecking driving a car at first; the last time I was behind a wheel was in Morocco around 8 months ago. I finally got to Andre's house; now it's time to find a parking spot. About 30 minutes later I found a spot 9 blocks away. I got to Andre's a little after midnight. I just waited for him at his place since he told me he'd be back in a little under an hour.
It was great to see him after about two months since Bali. It's crazy, I knew him for less than a day and he has opened up his home and his life to me for as long as I want. Now you see how fast you can become good friends when backpacking. Lets put it in perspective. Say you go have lunch with a friend from out of town and his friend. After lunch you hang out for a couple hours. Would you open up your home to your friend's friend, who you don't know, two months later? Probably not. But in this scenario, we are already great friends.
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