about 3 months ago I came back from Colombia, where I stayed with no money or contacts and only 4 dollars. This is the story. It all started one day I met this girl Let's call her ''Natasha''. She was from Spain, curly afro hair (my favorite) like a lot of us here in Dominican Republic. I met her and after a about one week I went over to her place and sleptt over there. We kept talking and she offered me to move with her. I Didn't agree, It was way too soon and I was ok with my mom. My mom was having constant discussions with my grandmother and we had to move out of there after a few weeks. My mom wanted to move too far away so I went ahead and moved with the girl. We didn't had a relationship. She even gave me a separated room and once in a while i would take a girl in and she will also take a guy in. All good. After that she tells me we need to travel. Let's go somewhere. This girl has been helping me too much. I wasn't gonna make her pay that travel. So I saved some money. Right after that my mom gets in trouble and I had to give her all my money. So no more travel. I told her that we are not going. And she asked for my passport and offered to pay everything, at first I said no, but when she asked me like 3 more times I agreed. Wondering where we were going, we ended up choosing colombia, since I don't need a Visa to go there. (dominicans need visa to go almost everywhere) She bought the tickets and we went. When we were going to Cartagena from Panama's aiport I saw something and it was insteresting af but I kept walking till Natasha told me to go after it. So I went after it and we almost lost the flight because of that. Strike 1. All was good in cartagena. she met this venezuelan guy and they made out in front of me. I didn't had a relationship with this girl I didn't mind that much. But It felt kinda weird... However. we stayed a bit over there. And we were going to move to Bogota. In that momment I was an asshole because she wanted to take bus (14 hours) and I wanted to take a plane, more expensive but just 1 hour. Anyways. We took separated planes because my dad offered me to pay one ticket (never did) so I had to look for the money in my country and send my mom to take all my money and deposit it in my card So I could take that plane. I took the plane and went to Bogota. Loved Bogota, full of street art. Crazy weather and bohemians street. I was staying with a friend of my dad. And she was going to stay too but the friend didn't knew it so she was staying at a hostel and we don't spend that much money. Strike 2. While on Bogota, I went to this brazilian jiu jitsu competition. I won and right after that she tells me that she is getting tired of me. After that I met a group of guys i stayed with the whole night. turns out that they were staying at the same hostel that Natasha was. Nobody knows where I am so my friend and dad called Natasha because they couln't contact me and I hadn't arrive to the place I was staying at. Strike 3.. Out.. She saw me the next morning there and sent me to hell. Told me that I was on my own now. In that momment I had no money. No way to contact anyone. So I was alone. I sit down at the bus station with no money. Trying to get to Suba that it was where I was staying at. And this homeless comes to me and tells me how to get in without paying. a little trick on another door. I did it and it work. So I was able to go to where I was staying now. Where I was staying this lady tells me that she is leaving and I'll have to leave the house. So I left and started knocking on hostel's doors at 9:00 p.m. I knocked on about 50 doors and by 11:00 p.m I was already saying I was from L.A so they'll let me in somewhere as a volunteer. I found a hostel at that time and I was able to sleep there 2 nights. I knew they were going to find out I'm not from L.A because of my passport. Duh. So I went arround looking for more hostels in the morning. I'll continue tomorrow.
