A visit to a chica's family home
I had the unique experience of visiting the home of an independent girl. I'm not talking about one of the local apartments we have all been to, but a little place in Quilmes where there are no gringos, only locals. I want to relate the experience to other members.
First, I speak almost no spanish and understand very little. I have been with this girl many times, and she is my personal favorite, so she will remain anonymous. She keeps asking me to go home with her after our sessions, and I have run out of excuses, so I agree. We take a taxi from Retiro at about 3am, and its about a 30 minute ride. Arriving in Quilmes, the taxi driver stops on the main road and will not continue onto the side streets. My personal safety radar has been activated at this point because we have to walk the rest of the way.
The side streets are dirt with little wood-lined, open gutters on both sides carrying grey water. The structures are all dilapidated concrete and cement block with tin roofs. Stray dogs and cats everywhere. There's not many people out, and those few give me a good hard look as we pass by. We walk about 15 minutes, maybe a little over 1 km off the main road. Her place is down a little alley. Theres a padlock and chain on a main gate, which is a wire mesh over metal frame door. Then her door is tin over a metal frame with no seal of any kind.
Her house consists of about 300 square feet of space with concrete floor and walls and a tin roof. Glass in 2 windows and a tin covered slider in the other. One full size and one twin size bed, a couple of dress of drawers, a small table for eating, and that's it for furniture. Kitchen has small fridge, stove, washer, and a sink. Bathroom has a shower head protruding from an electric tank heater, which I don't think was working, and a plastic toilet over a hole in the floor. You pour a bucket of water down the toilet to "flush" it. Exposed wires everywhere. There's cold running water that comes from plastic piping. No space heating that I can see. She takes pride in trying to keep it neat and as clean as possible, but a simpler, more basic home is hard to imagine. As long as I am sequestered in this little house, I feel perfectly safe, but I am not looking forward to walking out of her neighborhood.
She makes me breakfast, and a really nice lunch, we have great sex as always, then its time for me to go. I'm wearing sunglasses, a faded t-shirt and khaki pants, black shoes, and a small backpack. I stand out like a black boulder in a snow field. There's lots of people out and about now, and everything kind of stops as we walk by and the locals give me the hairy eyeball. About halfway to the main road she says "no mas hablas" so I keep my mouth shut and look straight ahead. At the main road there's an auto repair shop, and she goes inside and arranges a ride for me back to Retiro. She reminds me not to speak until I'm out of the neighborhood, and the guy drives me to my hotel. Uneventful.
In retrospect I have very mixed feelings about the whole thing. I am honored that she invited me to her home, and the experience was enlightening. It kind of puts a lot of things into perspective. For one, some of these girls are living in true poverty. They are dirt poor, and that's quite sad. I will likely be invited again, and I would be tempted to go, but that brings me to the key point.
How close did I come to getting my ass kicked? Even though people stared at me, nobody threatened me, nobody approached or even talked to me during those walks in and out of the neighborhood. Am I just lucky? Am I really in danger by being there? I would really like to hear from some local guys who understand the culture, and hear about others similar experiences. Cheers.