Day 1: Cancun, Mexico
I met Juan over breakfast at the hostel and while his English isn’t great, my Spanish is non-existent so we conversed in English; often not understanding what the either one was saying.
Juan lives at the hostel and plays guitar on the tourist cruises each day. He loves rock, listing U2 and Oasis as his favorite bands; I asked if he had any non-European favorites but he couldn’t think of one.
But he did agree that country music was terrible and added it was for gringos.
He leaves in the morning shortly after breakfast and doesn’t return until well into the night. Although after playing all day he still had a few Santana songs to sing for us in the hostel courtyard.
He told me music was his life and he was always happy to play one more song.
Juan was particularly concerned about me losing my bags and that night offered to give me something to wear. I reassured him that I would be fine and I didn’t need his clothing.
He also took a particular liking to a blond German girl, who didn’t care for his attention, referring to him as the creepy guitar guy.
I don’t know, she could be right but he was very kind to me.