My story in Miami started off pretty fun)) I arrived, a couchsurfer picked me up from the airport, again in a black BMW)) It was almost night, and besides me, his friend was in the car, so at first, getting into his car, I felt a bit tense) But then I decided not to think about the bad stuff, and to some club nonsense playing from the speakers, I drove through the night, sparkling Miami, charging myself with positivity)

My host told me that he already had 3 Russian girls living with him, but he didn't like them) He said they were always making demands and ate all the food from his fridge) Yeah, the Russian mentality is immediately noticeable))) Upon arrival, he let me talk to them on the phone; they turned out to be fellow Work and Travel participants, and they were just as unhappy with him, saying he was weird. You don't even know who to believe)

At night, around 3 AM, these girls came to him, took their things, and left. They told me to be careful with him.

In the morning, my host and I went to the beach. He was very happy that those girls had moved out, and he also said that my English was better than theirs) Although I noticed that he was really weird; I would tell him something, and he would ask the same thing again, as if he didn't understand me.. well, he is Spanish himself, so maybe my Russian accent was completely incomprehensible to him))

Upon arriving at the beach, he asked me if I had money to pay for his car parking. The question seemed strange to me, but in any case, I don't carry documents or money to the beach so that no one steals them. I said I didn't have any, and he paid with his card.

What was on the beach cannot be described in words. White, white sand.. blue, boundless, and warmest ocean.. I even take cooler showers than that))) It's just paradise...

For the evening, I already had a meeting planned with Alex, that same acquaintance who wants to make friends between Russia and America) He was even in Moscow on courses at RSUH, studying the Russian language and culture there) In the evening, Alex picked me up, and we went to admire the night Miami) We sat in a cafe, went to the night beach.. Oh, beauty)))

The next day I wake up, and my host suddenly declares that he can't host me for another night and that I should look for another place. Honestly, I was stunned)) Maybe it's because I didn't pay for his parking?) Or did those girls spoil his attitude towards Russians so much that he can no longer stand me in his house??)) And after that, he did something so crazy that I barely restrained myself from an outburst) Before I left the house, he told me to wash the dishes after myself. OK, no problem, it's not hard for me to wash the dishes, since I use them too. While I was washing them, he brought me all the dishes that were in his house, considering that he had never washed them after himself while I was living with him))) In general, a total disaster)

After all this, I leave the house, Alex was already waiting for me to go to the beach (by the way, Alex also has a black BMW, what is this anyway))). And then I start yelling in my native Russian profanity in the center of Miami that this is a total mess, and this goat has completely lost his mind)) After all this, Alex asks me in Russian: What happened?? Oh my god, I was so happy at that moment that an American understood me)) I explained the whole situation to him, well, in English, and... American miracles!) Alex offered me to come to his place, after checking with his mom if it was okay) He had invited me to stay at his place before, but I decided to travel through couchsurfing, I didn't want to bother him at home too much. Well, now there's nowhere else to go))

I'm just loving my summer) All this summer I meet such people who help me in everything and save me from all sorts of troubles)) Either I'm lucky in life, or America is such a wonderful country))

After the beach, I moved to Alex's, met his mom, she is so insanely sweet, it's just something) But in the evening Alex had to go to work, and I was walking around the mall where he works) After work, we went to hang out with his friends at his friend's house. Throughout the evening, his friends kept arriving and arriving, and I started to feel strange - alone, in a stranger's house, with a group of 10 guys I'm seeing for the first time, except for Alex)

After the party, I came home - and there is a pile of snacks from Alex's mom on my bed)) It was sooooo cute))) In the morning, Alex took me to the Greyhound station and said goodbye... And I went to wait for my bus to Key West.