It was the spur of the moment kind of thing. I had been texting her for about a month from Tinder. Finally I was meeting her. Today was one of those magical Colombian days I'd occasionally experience where I felt like some kind of gringo myth. She rolled up with her moto and told me to hop on, I am not exaggerating when I say this but, she was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever met, as she drove in the hot night her hair flew into my face. She started to teach me how to drive the moto, she let me take the wheel and had complete trust in me, even though I had never previously driven a moto. Why? Magic, this is my logical conclusion. And somehow she understood almost all of my poorly spoken Spanish. Afterwards I met her parents who seemed to think I was super cool. The plan was to go to the discoteca with her parents and friends. As always I attempted to dance but felt a little foolish, her parents proceeded to pour shots of aguardiente and encouraged me to get drunk. After the party they told me I could stay at their place that night, and hangout all day Sunday. Already I felt like family and friends even though I had only met these people a day ago. Was this a dream? No, it's Colombia.
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