Splitting up home

Home is a relative term. Anyone who has ever been on the move knows this well. I have found time and again that relationships with human beings accelerate as we accelerate - the more we move the faster we become close to other people.
In La Chimba, the hostel I am staying in, there is a great group of people (or was). I wont get into details but some brazilian friends that i met left yesterday. It felt like we had been friends for ages- bonds form so quickly. The concept of home shifts so often in this world of jetsetters that it is like jumping on an iceflow: you perceive something solid under your feet but the medium on which it rests is a dynamic entity that flows. The solid footing is the friendship and water is movement. That is how I think of it - not bad or good just flowing. It is something that makes me appreciate the moment so much better than almost any other situation.
One final note on shifting homes is that someone here commented that these friendships that form, solidify and then melt apart with the movement of people, are void of baggage. You can never really reach a point where you are in a rut. Nothing is ever stale. sometimes it is bitter, often it is sweet but it is never stale, always interesting and new. I think ultimately that is what people search for when they travel.

On another note, I went with a guy from the hostel to the indoor climbing gym and we climbed for a few hours! the bouldering was FUCKIN hard but we climbed a bunch of routes. I talked to Bojans friend and he gave me the names of some good climbers in Santiago so im going bouldering (maybe embarrassing myself) in a few hours with them. FINALLY, some LOCALS!!

Thats it from me here today...
ciao