“But some are crazy”, he says.
“In what way?”, I ask.
They [the women] bother me. Hit on me, he explains.
And I look at him on the iPhone screen. From my room in Buenos Aires.
I look at his high cheek bones and the irresistable gentleness his innocence has left on his face.
I tilt my head and tell him, with the softness and the understanding of the women that comes straight from my heart and my own experience;
“Because you are very beautiful. That’s why the women bother you.”
And he blushes, his cheeks go red and I understand how unaware he is of how beautiful he is.
My Maddy Travel 