Che and Alberto's experience makes me more and more jealous with every wild encounter they share. Although I know I have yet to experience true boredom through miserable years of med school and have no idea what it feels like to crave adventure, I yearn for their new day- to- day loner lifestyle. With no worries, Che and Alberto are truly able to finally just live... learn. Although learning is something we grow to hate because of the way school teaches us, I would not deny the world a chance to teach me something.
Che and Alberto's lessons they learn on the road are probably way more memorable and important than the ones they learned in med school. Learning how to sleep on someone's kitchen floor with a stranger, or how to take care of a friend with vomiting symptoms in the middle of the night and a far- out town are lessons that I feel anyone could appreciate. Che and Alberto learn to be friends to each other, and even care takers. Alberto is technically older than Alberto, however Che seems to get more out of each encounter they endure.
Neither Alberto, nor Che have ever experienced what they are experiencing now. This book is told from Che's point of view, obviously because this is his diary. There is another book written from Alberto's point of view, his diary. I think it would be interesting to read Alberto's account to see if maybe he is more than just the fat, older one in this adventure. No, he is definitely not the more conservative one nor does he hold Che back from any sense of adventure. But, he is just the less philosophical one compared to Che. I mean come on, Che Guevara. Google Alberto Granado and Che Guevara. See which one gets more results and then get back to me.
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