I stayed at a Hostel in Medellin. I really wanted the experience of staying overnight in town and not have to return to my apartment outside and uphill from the city. Also, I wanted to meet some foreigners, backpackers, people who are traveling through Colombia. It was so much fun. I made more friends there in 2 days than I have in Medellin in 2 months. You see, when you stay at a hostel, you sleep in a room with many people. It’s communal living. You wake and have breakfast with all the residents of the hostel and you’re sharing the common areas with all the residents. At night, people are drinking and socializing and so you get to know a lot of the people that way, too. It’s fun and very social. I stayed an extra day even though I didn’t have the money. And I think someone stole some money from my backpack while there.  

I met this girl. She’s Spanish. She’s Basque to be precise. I kinda fell in love at first sight. Hot. Very hot. Had thoughts of marriage and living happily ever after. I don’t know what’s come over me. She left Medellin and went to Bucaramanga. We’re still in contact and I plan on seeing her when she comes back in December. 

I left Medellin by plane with a 3 week stay in Texas, visiting my brother. I was worried about my legal status leading to a fine of 300+ dollars when departing airport. I have 1000 dollars to my name so 300 dollars is significant. When at the customs, the guy who stamps passports, I handed him my work visa printed on a paper. The paper was folded in half. On the side that has the pertinent info and on the other side was the stamp given by Colombian immigration that states that my work visa is invalid. Luckily he didn’t turn it over and he didn’t know. He ran my visa number and everything checked out. I was able to leave the country without being charged a fine. So far so so. When I return I don’t know if they will find out. So far so good. 

Last night I had a strange yet emotionally deep conversation with my roommate, Juan. It was analyzing me and I didn’t like it. I have insecurities and I don’t like talking about them nor about me. But I had to at least talk a little about myself to clear up his misconception of me. He thought I was valuing monogamous relationships and that I disapproved of his multiple relationships that he maintained. I didn’t disapprove I just didn’t like to hear him repeatedly brag and explain to me his multiple sexual relationships. I had none. It’s like a man who has a lot of money constantly talking about how much money he has to someone who doesn’t have any money. 

I’m close to zero in my bank account. I need to work more and make more money. I need to work more intelligently. 

While in San Antonio, I made a few videos in which I discuss the car shipping industry. and I hope to gain customers this way. Money equals freedom to travel to visit friends to visit family. Gotta have dreams. Gotta have dreams. One of the vids below: