I have a stalker

And unfortunately not one of the many beautiful Colombian women who seem to be everywhere. No this guys name is Gabriel, a vendor who sells cellphone calls at the Estacion Metro de Estadio. (Yes there are actually people here who spend the day standing outside the metro station with a vest on advertising cell phone calls for 500 pesos a minute. What a great idea!)

He saw me looking quite confused one day trying to order a bite to eat and helped me out like these wonderful Colombians are apt to do. Then he took me for a little tour around the Estadio, got to see the VIP boxes in the stadium where Medellin Nacional play. Pretty cool actually.

The last 3 days Gabriel has made it a point to stop by the hotel or call to chat. Well try to chat would be more correct, me with my broken Spanglish and him just laughing. He’s offered to help me find a better hotel and show me around the city some more. He’s actually a pretty amazing guy. Went completely out of his way to help me just out of the kindness of his heart.

But I’m starting to feel a little paranoid. Too many stories about kidnappings and what not I suppose. The spidey-sense isn’t really going off yet, and that’s what bothers me. I like to think I’m a pretty good judge of character, and I honestly think Gabriel is just a really good guy. But there’s a small part of me that keeps wondering why is he being so nice? You know what would really suck? If I ran away from a friend who was asking nothing of me, just because I was afraid to open myself up to trust.