Boca Chica: User's manual.. My holidays in the Dominican Republic

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How can we describe Boca Chica who was never there? It 's a difficult place to understand and immediately becomes even more if you partly prevented the negative, perhaps having read articles in various forums that speak in a certain way. The opinion, their opinion should be made only by living the experience first hand. How many different ways can be described by the same person depending on who knows in different ways in different situations, with different "goals"? Can I hear from a man, for example, that he met a girl and her date had a simple and disinterested friendship. I may feel about the same girl by another man who tried to take with her a love affair, and was refused. Maybe I can always find him randomly instead was returned and is still in love. I think that all describe the same girl? Beyond that it is really this woman and that character can have, everyone I speak differently. The "fail" to describe me so bad and maybe even derogatory, the one who loved me exalt like a goddess, while her friend talk about another point of view and so it would be if I had discussed with a colleague work. All this to say that we should not believe everything you write. Boca Chica is difficult to understand how a woman now (oh my God, women often do not understand after years, so ...). The first days I spent there were almost traumatic, even (perhaps especially) for the damn time zone that would not sell and that made me fall on the bed no later than 19 (well, for me were the two Italian ...) and because I could not understand what kind of place was there. It seemed strange, complicated but I gave up and with the help of a very special person (Nicoletta, the owner of the building where I stayed), I managed to get into the spirit of the place. The third night I am indeed "dragged" out to power and discover what is "Duarte" (or rather the Calle Duarte) at night. During the day is an ordinary street full of shops where tourists can buy souvenirs of all kinds, but at night ... At 19 each day the road is closed to traffic (it is broken into two parts by a cross that is poorly addressed, however, vehicles) and various bars and restaurants take possession of, flooding of small tables and chairs. The music is the host and rhythms of bachata, merengue, salsa and more '"modern" (but to my understanding of the music less enjoyable) reggeton give it color. The sunset in the Caribbean is clean, take a few moments and already at 19:30 and total darkness, there is no middle ground. The population of the Duarte and change lives in the same way. Families will disappear and those like me going to meet for the first time, the shock is assured. Women in the eye. Caribbean women in the eye. Dominican and Haitian (emigrated in those places, especially after the last terrible disaster that the land has been eternally unlucky not many months ago) looking for a "novio" (the local term to describe the Italian word "boyfriend") make the Duarte something incredibly beautiful. My shock was due to the fact that the proportion of men and women was about 8 (if not 10) to 1! If you consider then that the vast majority was made up of truly remarkable beauty ... Well, imagine that with difficulty I could keep my eyes into the "special" orbits. I read about violence, pedophilia, drug dealing, dangerous places for tourists ... All lies, believe me. I was very attentive to everything around me, and nowhere I have seen girls who prostituted themselves or who were catching, various drug dealers and criminals. The police over there then it works really well, is efficient and, think that local merchants (most of them Italian) overtime pay from their own pockets Night of the Municipal Police to ensure further safety for tourists even after dark sun. Believe me, I felt a lower sense of security in Sharm El Sheikh and even in Italy ... The Duarte ... the shock of being "affordable" (yes, it happens sometimes even too explicitly with "PALP" like lightning from the blue) from beautiful girls and eternally smiling. Even the smile of the people of those places ... Always give a smile to anyone, even if you do not have anything much less a reason to smile, but they do the same because they have the invincible dream that the future will be better and that being alive is a valid reason to thank God At Duarte women can say no or maybe to dwell with them, without this "fall" into a tourist trap for fools. Do not call them prostitutes, because they are not, absolutely not how we want to here in Italy. Usually by young Italians who are pregnant by having to assume responsibility for the terror flee and leave them alone. How they can help the families but poverty (the real one, but to those who can not buy the latest model of iPhone or those who may have difficulty to get the money to the fourth week of the month: there will not even come to the first !) is terrible and sometimes it may happen that simply "survive" a girl goes on a night Duarte look for a small, poor earnings. The tourist who knows and understands a kind of human being that is often held with him throughout his vacation by sharing with her lunch and dinner and maybe making them a little present (small because we are nothing € 8, while for the people of those places is a lot). At the end of the holiday known that at least for those seven days had become a better person and feels a bit 'less asshole for believing to go to Boca Chica to revive the splendor of the Italian stallion sfigatissimo (fee). You do not go to Boca Chica for the sex better or there will return for that, just as recarcisi once to realize that it was truly balls to believe that this place was a mess in the open. Boca Chica is the sea (caldissimo. .. in the afternoon the temperature is usually 32 °), the beach (white sand that does not burn your feet when you go), and fruit (mango and pineapple fill of that ... in two weeks I lost 3.2 kg and not being very well making me miss a breakfast bar in fabulous pastry Duarte) is mainly smiles (as I will never forget those of Tania, that sweet little girl who went to the beach in the morning to sell 5 pesos each other's bananas purchased at 4 pesos is the first time that I really wanted a creature). I had the great fortune to know Nicole (the Marina Playa) and many other people (many of whom work with her) and now are "cooked" in Boca Chica. Of course, I also had another great, great fortune to have found a beautiful Dominican girl which I love madly. That place has become a drug and withdrawal symptoms in just 2 days since I left for Italy is crazy. I have to go back, I'll do now, and although life here seems to me absurd, cool people and their behavior and "vices" senseless ... I'll do it as soon as possible because I never felt at home