My godson and his mother arrived today from Bolivia. Because of my French lessons I arrived too late at LaGuardia.
They were already standing outside with five suitcases. My godson sat on top of the suitcases while singing a song.
It took me a while to realize that he is as much a couch surfer as I am. (For those of you who missed it: last week I have been couch surfing in Central Europe. A happy but slightly dirty pastime.)
Probably my godson is more of a couch surfer than I am. He is born to couch surf.