Hugo and I.

Hugo was a friendly Mexican on a world tour. I asked him if he could take my photo and then he took me under his wing. I got to see several things for free, like St Marks Church and a glass blowing show.

At the begining, I thought he was so friendly that he had to be gay (not that there is anything wrong with that). After a while I realised that Mexico had its own breed of metrosexuals, and Hugo was just a friendly Mexican. Don't get insulted Hugo, I've had people ask me if I am gay. The answer of course has always been no.