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While lots of gringos dream of days in Latin America….
Involving big booty Latinas bouncing on their dick day and night…
To living in some gated community in the nicest neighborhoods of Managua or Santo Domingo…
To having private transportation to the private beach nearby where they can have some prepago suck their dick in isolation under the sun with some mojitos…
And while they sounds nice!
There’s also something nice, in my experience, to simpler experiences…
Experiences that, especially to foreigners who have never been down here before, don’t seem very nice or interesting.
Such as…..?
Sitting in a local movie theater with some chick watching something local…
Such as, for example, when I was in Argentina years ago…
And I was with this Argentine chick named Tami…
That you can read about here…
Anyway, we were watching this move that, if I remember right, was made in Argentina…
About this dude who got cancer and basically is coping with his eventual death…
And the movie ends with him saying goodbye to his dog as he has his friend adopt it basically and take it to its next “forever home.”
Well, it was a good movie!
But the movie itself wasn’t so important…
In the same way that I have gone occasionally to the movie theaters down here with other chicks to see other movies…
Such as one movie I remember seeing with some chick Mexican chick named Daniela in CDMX about this Argentine dude who moved to NYC to pursue his film career…
And it basically didn’t work out and he had to move back to the Argentina.
Something called “nadie nos mira” or something like that.
Anyway, what do those two experiences have in common?
Well, they have something in common with the experiences below and then I will go into detail what I mean…
It’s similar to one time I went to a local rock concert in Cochabamba, Bolivia some odd years ago with a Bolivian chick named Mariana…
A chick you can read about here…
And we had a good time there and that was it.
To sometime a few years ago when I went to some house party with a few folks and an ex-girlfriend of mine.
And we had a good time with some beers and some normal games…
Getting to know each other and all and that was that.
But what was so important about these events?
Why even bring them up?
Well, it is sometimes normal for foreigners living down here to feel lonely from time to time.
Especially being a foreigner down here anyway.
So let’s get to the point.
The Point
Look, you miss home.
That’s what this is.
At least for me.
You miss having a more “normal life.”
Because while I started this article talking about “fucking big booty bitches” and “getting liquored up.”
That’s cool and all.
But it’s not day to day life anywhere to be honest
The folks who tend to be most focused on that life, in my experience, are either literal addicts to sex and drugs down here or tourists down here for a small period of time.
It’s not really that fun long term.
Don’t get me wrong – sex is great.
But if you live down here…
You start to live a more “normal life.”
And, if like me, you left the US to initially escape from more negative environments as you can guess by some of the articles on my website such as this one here.
Well, it’s not like I left to Latin America because I had a “hard on” for Latin culture or anything.
Even though I did write an article on my thoughts on “Latin culture” here…
Either way, regardless of the reasons for why you left the US or any country to Latin America…
You start to miss home.
There’s no denying that.
Unless you hate home for some odd reason.
Not something I can relate to since I like where I came from.
But you do have the occasional dude who left home for some reason along those lines.
I feel those folks are silly and absurd but that’s another topic for another day…
This article here I wrote might be relevant to that but let’s move on…
Either way, you miss home.
And you miss doing normal things.
Having normal moments.
Because, back home, you had friends that you went to the movie theater with.
You had friends that you went bowling with.
I remember one night I went on a double date in high school…
Granted, it wasn’t much of a double date because the chick who was supposed to go along with my friend at the time never showed up…
Poor guy…
But we still had fun!
Fuckin bitch stood him up but we don’t need no bitches!
Homies over hoes, amirite?!?
In all seriousness, you miss the “normal aspects” of life back home.
At least I do.
Maybe it’s harder being a guy from a small town living in a big city of 20 million people called Mexico City…
More “different” so to speak…
Not to mention the cultural or linguistic differences also….
So I miss it!
Especially in the times of covid, I miss going back home to see family.
A lifelong cat of mine that you can see below died recently and I wasn’t able to visit it due to travel complications….
I hope that doesn’t happen again before I get back home again to see the other cats my parents have…
But I guess…
The point of this article is?
Is you miss home.
Never mind how much you like or benefit from living south of the border…
In most circumstances, you miss home.
And you miss the little things.
So when you have some local friends go to the movie theater with you or some local bar…
A local concert or a house party…
Or whatever event it might be…
Something to make you feel like part of “the community” locally speaking.
And I feel it works better when it is local Latinos who you hang out with and not gringos…
Though I like hanging out with both…
For some reason, a local Latino like some Argentine chick such as Tami or a Bolivian chick like Mariana or whoever…
I guess it’s easier to “feel part of the local community” when a local hangs out with you in a normal setting.
Something that doesn’t involve getting your dick sucked or blowing coke off a hooker’s ass…
Not that there is anything wrong with that!
But, in my experience, you do desire to be accepted by “the local community.”
Not meaning that you try to go “full Latino” as this article wrote about here…
But that you at least feel accepted by the locals and can have normal moments with them being getting your dick sucked…
As if you were back home doing normal things like going bowling…
Either way, I hope the point is understood by someone here.
I’m not sure I made the point very clear but I tried.
Maybe someone who has lived abroad long enough will get it.
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And if you have had similar thoughts or questions, drop them below in the comment section.
Thanks.
Best regards,
Matt