Boys...Whaaa?

Today was a good day. I know what your thinking, with a title like that this MUST be a good story. Well, sure.

First, on Monday my host-father told me his cousin would be staying with us for a few days while he studied at a university. Okay...cool. His cousin, he told me was mid twenties, and a boy. Hm. Well sure, it's not a big deal...but kid of an odd surprise, right? So he comes and is very nice, the kids love him, and we exchange a few words. Well today I am in the living room working on my art assignment and he comes through and sits next to me. He begins asking questions. His English is broken but still much better then my Spanish. We talk about the normal things like where we are from, what kinds of things we like, our families, studies, etc... It was really cool to talk to someone my age for a time. Despite our language difference (we may have used the online translator once or twice) and the struggle for conversation sometimes (no doubt there were awkward pauses) it was a really nice change to my day. He lives about and hour away in Leketio, where Joseba is from / where we'll be living in the summer. I guess he will be staying here every week or so for a few days, and he said he'll be back on Monday. It kinda feels nice to have a "almost" friend, knowing that I'll someone somewhat often. Does that make sense? I'm not meaning to sounds serendipitous, it was just a random but cool experience.

Second, (and this is the juicy one), the past few days the kids and I have been taking a new route home from school, "exploring" as they like to call it. We went through this hotel area both times, and both times we passed this guy, decent looking, mid-20's, with a bike. Yesterday while the kids were dropping hairbands from the top floor he said something to me. I really hope it was Basque because I didn't understand it at all. A few words of confusion were said, and that was that. Well today we went through the same area, passing the pyramid looking monument again. But this time the kids decided they wanted to climb it and didn't care what I had to say. Sometimes they pretend not to understand me...  AGH, NO! Boy was that the worst 20 minutes of my life, but that is a whole other story. So I just called their mom to let her know they weren't listening/"in danger." I'm yelling at the kids to come down and that same guy I've seen comes strolling over on his bike. I was slightly embarrassed for the situation, but he came by me and gave me a piece of paper. He says something. Really? Basque or Spanish, I don't know. I look at the paper and it has his name, email and number on it. I guess the way I was yelling at the kids to come down from the hotel monument in broken Spanish was really attractive. Eventually he slows down and I understand him asking me where I'm from. I tell him. We exchange a few short words then he proceeds to get out his phone. Well I don't know my number so I can't do anything. Then my host-mother comes over. She is in heels and can't get the little one who is now stuck at the top crying for her life. So the boy offers to get her. (Embaaaarrraasssing.) He comes down, everyone is grateful. We are finally ready to leave. The boy mumbles something else and proceeds to act as if he's sending a message. Ohh. Okay, I get it now. He shrugs, smiles with a subtle wink and rides off.

So now...I think the real question here is, judging on how well we've communicated thus far, if I do call or text this boy...what do I say...