Fear of Heights

Last Sunday I walked into my favorite hole in the wall restaurant to have breakfast and I sat next to this chatty guy who looked exactly like a friend from Santa Barbara. It was a deja-vu experience! He lives in the hippie town a couple of hours away from here, and definitely had that really open, hippie, vibe to him, so we had a nice, long chat over breakfast, and decided to go up to the waterfalls later that afternoon.
The waterfalls are about half way up this mountain on the way to the temple that I drove my motorbike up to a couple weeks ago, when I was completely freaked out. I figured that it wouldn't be too bad since it was only half way, and since he would be driving and I would be on the back. Anyway, he seemed to know how to drive really well, and gave me a bunch of really good information, but I still have this complete fear of heights!! He taught me how to curve and flow with the turns, and some call it an adrenaline rush which I wouldn't mind experiencing: mine was pure anxiety!!
Anyway, I survived the trip there and back. It was a really great afternoon, he brought his guitar and played, encouraged me to sing: I politely declined, and thoroughly enjoyed myself, and really want to learn to play the guitar and sing some day soon!! Another number on the to-do list!! Music really is so powerful and emotive. But I also felt totally drained by the time he dropped me off later that afternoon. I'm not sure what exactly I am trying to learn, but I feel like I've met all these people here who seem to feel really comfortable with me, and tell me everything, talk to me/at me for an hour plus straight, leaving me with this really invisible feeling. Maybe I just need to be more real, and straightforward with people instead of being so nice.
In conclusion: I'm driving much better and really having a lot of fun on the motorbike and have a new friend!