Okay, I knew about this 'Couchsurfing stuff' with a friend of mine - who is couchsurfing for a while now. And, in fact, when he told me about it, I got extatic. See, I'm some kind of a romantic myself, an idealist - you know, that kind of guy who believes in that leftish political timey wimey wibbly wobbly world without borders chat. This new - app? way of traveling? world? - really blew my mind. I had to be part of it.

I'm a Portuguese and Literature teacher in Brazil. Therefore, I'm always bringing some books, movies and wine - okay, metaforically - in my backpack (or that's how I'd like to think of me). My thoughts are a complete mess, I must say, 'cause they're always going back and forth, always rearranging thousands of simultaneous references and images and-- I know, you may think it's great, but hat's not always a good deal, for chating may become weird and crazy at the same time.

But, in general, I'm that okay-regular guy, who will make a huge effort to know things from a different perspective - always trying to look with/from 'the other', that displacement from the self to the other which Sartre talked about. This is really important for me: if I cannot (for I have no legitimacy) put me in some 'other' shoes, I may use my privileges and alterity to create empathy and try to change some social injustices from my own perspective.

An idealist, remember? Told you so.

Traveling is my life. Knowing people, cultures, pubs (why not, right?), places-- that's what I work for, that's where my mind rests. Though my English is not that big deal, or my Spanish, as a matter of fact - I must confess: Portuguese is my mojo -, I really love to chat for hours in my own Portuguenglish way. But I fancy loneliness as well. I'm fine in being alone, and taking my pictures, and maybe having an argue my thoughts.

After all, sometimes, Sméagol meets Déagol exactly in the middle of a thought.