swiss boy meets swiss miss

it started with one hello.
then the innocuous question "may i take a picture of you by the sea?"
the foreigner gladly posed for me, his eyes rivalling the sparkling emerald waters of puerto galera. after the shoot, i showed him the picture and ended the conversation with the note "thank you."
but he has other things in mind, for he revived the talk, asking me where i hail originally, where my university is, what sort of things did i take a holiday break from. i gathered that he's from switzerland but on an extended asian tour. he had been to cambodia and laos, but discovered the philippines through his traveling grandparents. i told him the country's different, being more western than asian, from natives who speak english fluently to american-style socio-cultural institutions. i wonder if he knew french, italian and rumantsch, because he spoke in german and english. something in the manner he smiled made me think of chris evans.
we could have gone on and on with the chat, but the weather's sunny (it drizzled most of the time) and i was worried his camera wouldn't be of much use if he went on talking and talking instead of capturing the picturesque scenes of the island paradise. the swiss boy walked northward, heading toward the promontory where i read alone while sunbathing. i took the ambiguity as a sign, i followed and it seemed i would reach the edge of the world on foot and with him.