Heroes in Portland

I arrived to Portland at 6 p.m., I didn’t find any cheap accommodation, I didn’t have a clear idea about what to do, I was melancholy.
I checked how to go straight to my next destination, it was expensive, more than I expected.
So I decided to walk somewhere, as usual as when I need an inspiration; I also though I could find another bus company which to travel by.
It was softly raining, I enjoyed that, I felt freedom.
I didn’t find any bar where I could ask informations, just few people along the street that corrected my way sometimes.
After about an hour I met a man, he asked me where I was going, surprised.
I explained him I was searching a bus company, so he told me he could guide me.
We started to walk together, I told him about my troubles and that I was not willing to stay in a hostel; he told me immediately I could stay at his home for a couple of nights.
Wonderful, I found a new good friend!
On the way to home Stephen made me touch anything interesting we found, he described me what I couldn’t touch and he helped me to take some nice pictures; I think he has a great art sensibility.
We spent a exciting night together, Portland is the capital city of strip clubs … some gorgeous girls drove me crazy, it’s something’ I’ll never try anymore, it was too difficult to handle!
The day after we went to a coffee shop, he needed to study about his job but he anyway proposed to take me anywhere I needed by car, lovely; I decided to go to the bus station by myself, he already did so many things for me.
I was walking relaxed and carefree… several nice people gave me little corrections and I finally met Jim, very friendly, he tried to find some travel schedules online but at the end the best solution was to go straight to the station.
I found an optimal solution, cheaper than what I found the day before, by train and by bus.
I was satisfied, I thanked Jim and I went back to Stephen.
I went out alone at night, my friend was busy working; I didn’t find many people interested to talk with me, only a creative guy, John, that took me back to home at the end of the night.
Not bad anyway, I already met so many amazing people!
Thank you Jim and happy birthday, once again.
Stephen, I cannot find the words to tell you how I appreciated what you did for me, the way you did.
I told you, I think there are different ways to be courageous, to be a hero… well, you have been my hero in Portland!