Quebecers love going down south during the winter, especially in a place where no Americans are admitted: CUBA.
Rodzilla, Terrine and many other people, including myself, have been considering going to a cheap resort for a week after our university winter semester. Cuba might be an option, since the Dominican Republic is right next to Haiti's cholera epidemic.
That's too bad; when I went to the Dominican Republic two years ago, I had a blast. Male employees or vendors were constantly asking us to marry them, we could eat like pigs and pina coladas in the morning were quite common. We would wake up to wander on the beach, then go to bed at 3 a.m. after having had one (or two, or three or fifteen) too many cervezas... Priceless!
My best memory, of course, excluding discussing religion with an ex-drug-dealer preacher, is Luìs. He worked at the equipment hanger where he would rent stuff for fat-ass couples who pretend to do some sport together to compensate for their boring sex life. And so my friend and I went the the hanger to get a surfboard, but my good intentions flew away when I heard his raspy Spanish accent. Plus, he had golden eyes.
Who the HELL on Earth has golden eyes? Apparently, he does!
Luìs pretended to be the resort's dance teacher, which I believed. I found that so hot, in fact, that I had my legs spread open the day after... in the hanger. My friends were playing volleyball outside. I didn't want to play anyways, 'cause... I suck (at volleyball, you perverts).
This short adventure ended not long after due to my plane ticket. Of course, some promises were made, he said I was the love of his life and that we should keep contact. Mi amor, mi amor, bla, bla. I knew it was going to happen; therefore, I had prepared myself mentally to smile and tell him it wouldn't work out. I can barely speak Spanish, he could barely speak English. Communicating was an issue!
What do you guys think of girls who actually believe those guys? They may be muy caliente, but taking care of someone who can only sleep, eat and fuck in your homeland is a totally other story. I mean, they can go crazy over let's say fair-skinned women with blue eyes and blonde hair (such as myself), but they will soon realize that there are plenty of them here anyways!
I've heard some really nice stories about women who fell in love on a trip in a poorer country and that are now married and have kids. Things that happen down south must stay down south, in my opinion. Pictures of you drunk and naked in Cuba on Facebook is not an everyday situation, so "falling in love" with somebody you've known for 3 days is certainly not a lifetime option when it comes to paying bills!
What happened in Cuba stays in Cuba... a golden rule that seems to have disappeared these days... People have no respect
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