The Great North America, New Brunswick

My first point of entry to North America. I took every moment to experience the life and the people in this great corner of the Atlantic coast of Canada. I took many pictures of this place and still I kept asking myself what is the theme of this province. Or better yet, what is New Brunswick? In Europe, its easy to give the meaning of a particular place like France, Spain, Germany or any other European country. The definition of these countries are usually placed within the monuments, statues, language, castles, foods and cultural events, which all in all give a meaning of culture.

In North America, we have a different way to define our culture or nation. Our continent is comprised with small towns, big cities, farm lands and endless forest and lakes and streams. With this in mind, I just realized that the meaning of New Brunswick, it is the people that makes this place what it is. The friends I've made here were very kind and provided me with the greatest of hospitality. They took their time to drive me to different places (and let's not forget the parties) different towns and beautiful national parks and so on. These people are in my opinion are very simple and content with their lives. Their families are very close, as well as their community, everyone seem to know everyone else. I on the other hand, am no used to this type of closeness of family or a community. I come from Los Angeles, where my life is my life and most people don't give a damn what I do and sometimes no one really cares. This is not a cry for social change, this is the life I come from. But, there's also another side of me that wishes to have a friendly-simple life like those in New Brunswick. To Luke and his family and friends, I want to thank you all for giving me a good time and showing me around. Please, keep in touch.....



Friends,

Sidney

Confessions from a Looser/Traveler

It was about two weeks ago, I contacted family and friends to inform them that I was alive, safe and sane in New Brunswick, Canada. A sigh of relief came through, especially with my mother who dearly called the Red Cross, The US Embassy in London, probably the F.B.I and the C.I.A and other government agencies just to know if her son was one of the victims of that terrorist attack. However, that terrorist attack proved one thing, that there's still love between me and my family, though, the return of normalcy begins to take place.

This is called the normalcy of worry: about the realities of money, or lack thereof, not having a job or a career, being single, no direction and optimistically having so many great ideas, but no funds to support them. The truth is that I have become a bum, and like most bums having many stories to tell, about adventures and about people along the way and not having a single place called home. Basically, this bum is homeless. I had to ask my friends and family to lend me money, because I made some (okay, several) critical errors on my finances and risky adventures across Europe. I can already hear them saying "what the fuck was he thinking?" So, I can pretend to be outgoing, independent, adventurous and not living the typical working life of my relatives or friends. However, these same people with their ordinary lives(whom I without shame can critique their existence) seem to be there for me when I fail to meet up to even my own standards.

Please Observe the following and say`what the fuck!` after each entry:
1) I went from having $5,000 dollars to $200 dollars
2) I could go be a school teacher? I really don't have a place to live
3) Take a temporary job and get treated like shit?
4) Realize my ideas of living are not giving me a permanent address?

Should I stop exploring the world? Should I settle down and follow the rules of life? Help me!

London Calling

On July 6th,

Hey dude,

Just figured i would send u a quick one to say have a good and safe flight and i'll see ya tomorrow at 5:45 well around 6 I suppose. anyway keep it real, safe travels.
Peace,

Luke


On July 7th
Are you alright? Just heard there were bombs gone off in the train tunnels in London, what the fuck happened?
-Caz

Hey dude! I just heard about the attack in London! Just making sureyou're alright. E-mail me back soon! Stay safe!
-Stephen

Hey Sidney...
Are you still in London? Or have you left? Just heard about all of the bomb shit going off in London & wanted to make sure you were ok...I don't have any other way of getting ahold of you!!!
-Christina

Hi sidney, I just wanted to send you an email to make sure your notdead. I'm sure your geting a lot of these so just send me a hello whenyou get time. Other than the carzy shit in london I hope everything isgoing well. I got to go but I hope your safe. take care
-Zak

Sidney,

How are things going? What is the experience like after the bombings in London? How much longer will you be staying in London? I guess the whole world is suppossedly on the terror alert now, with the entire media covering it. This would be a could chance for you to document and write about this experience in London. I pray you are safe and unharmed. Take care and write back to let me know how you are doing. Peace.
-Nate

Sid-Hey i heard about the bombings want to make sure your ok. Write me back and let me know! Be safe. Cheers!
-Jagger

Are you ok? Mom and Dad are worried about the subway explosion in London.You know we should have a contact # when you are out of town. Email me back to let me know what's up.
-Sherri

Good thing, Mom told me you called and said that you are in Canada. I am glad about that. I really am happy you are ok. Auntie Ann, Uncle Jerry, Kim, Mikki, Branko, Grandma, Uncle Paul, and especially Dad said that they were so happy you are ok. I can't wait to see you in California!!! We love you.
-Sherri