Whilst picking my way through some excellent tapas in Vancouver, I got chatting to two girls who were also propping up the bar. One of them, Carrie, did a round the world trip on her own a few years ago, and now lives in San Francisco. I emailed her on my way down the coast to catch up, and she replied:
Don't hetitate to ask if you need a place to crash for a night or two. My place has always been open to crazy foreigners as I have been one myself more than once.
And so here I am, enjoying some American hospitality in a beautiful apartment overlooking the bay. I am even spared the couch as her flatmate is away. On my first night here, as Carrie handed me the keys to her flat, it occurred to me that it was incredibly trusting of her. Whilst it's nice to know I don't have serial killer discreetly etched on my forehead, it's even nicer to know that there are people in the world who trust themselves enough to give the keys of their house to someone they don't really know.