Miami-Caracas-Couchsurfing...wow (1 part)

Ok, don´t even know where to start. My last four days were so full of new emotions, experience and people, that it seems to be like a whole month, at least the number of people I´ve made friends with one would not meet in a whole month.

So, where should I start, right, from me leaving North Carolina and heading to Miami. An hour before our departure to the airport the possibility of staying for the whole night in the airport did not seem attractive anymore, so I´ve booked myself a bed in a hostel in Miami Beach. And that should had become my first experience in a hostle. Btw, did you know that boutique hostles also exist? Well, I would expect to find a boutique shop, hotel, restaurant, but not a hostel, because a hostel mostly assumes sleeping in a dormetry, but it seems that I was wrong, though I´ve never head a chance to experience it myself. Well, later about this. So I´ve booked myself a bed in this boutique hostel and headed for the airport. The flight was fine with changing the planes in Charlotte, and by 6pm I was in Miami.

Uppon arrival to Miami, it seemed as if I was already in South America, because everyone spoke spanish. By the end of my bus trip from the airport to the city, I´ve managed to make friends with woman, mexican by origin, but living with her son and hustand in States. She illigally enterted US 9 times to give birth to her child in US, so that he could have a US citizenship, and she´s managed to do it. And her husband, orginally from Peru, offered me to stay with his family in Lima, Peru. And I´ve also made friends with a girl from Bazil.

When I arrived to the hostel it seemed like real fun with lot´s of young people, but even though the system has accepted my booking they had no spare beds, and I had to go to another place. I was quite tired and hesitated between taking a shower and going to sleep, since I had to be in the airport at 5am, or going partying. Well, I stayed in a 4 bed room and my neighbours turned out to be two really positive Spanish twin sisters, one an english language teacher and the other an artistes. So we´ve just chated for hours, did not go anywhere, I had not seen Miami Beach though, but I still had so much fun, though only two and half hours of sleep. Somewhere in the middle of the night we were joined by another girl from Japan, who turned out to have russian grandmother. And to my astomishment that she does not seen to have any bit of Russia, she told "Well, can´t you see that I am taller than anaverage Japanees person (thoug she was about 1m 65).

The whole flight to Caracas, I´ve just sleped (LAN is a really good airline), and uppon arrival to Caracas airport I started to feel really dizzy, not because of the flight, but because of being scared. I´ve read so many scary stories about the city, that i did not even want to go there anymore. Luckily there was a local person meeting me in the airport. Might need to explain. For those who don´t know there is a system called couchsurfing, where upon registering you can find people who offer to stay in their house. It is really popular in US and Europe, so I´ve decided to join it as well. And before my flight to Caracas I´ve wrote to several people in Caracas requesting to stay on their couch. Quite interesting I wrote both to the girls and the guys, however all of the guys replied to me and non of the girls did. And one of the guys, who though could not host me, because he had other people staying with me, volunteered to meet me in the airport. And I am really greatful to him for that, because if not for him I would continue panking and would take Caracas as a war zone. But with all the poeple that helped me, it was a really memorable stay...to be coni