CouchSurfing

This is a poem about my experience while Couchsurfing. I have both surfed and hosted. I wrote about the nerves to start and how it becomes apart of my life.

Visiting foreign countries, far and near

Mingling with locals, there and here

Onto the next place, onto the next host

Take photo's here, next facebook post

First contacted on the net, brought on fear

Met with the host, had some beer

Nerves are gone, conversations had

New friends made, not so bad

A host here, a host there

Open my door, bring them here

Now I am the hose, for a pair

There is no charge, for the room we spare

Reference left, reference given

Next group in, a nice night out

A stroll on the boardwalk, 

A day on the beach

A community built on trust

Couchsurf or bust