5 Things I Love About Latin America

Some experiences can’t be unexperienced

I knew there was more to Latin America than meets the eye and more than the propagandists in the media tell us from the first time I set foot on its soil. From the minute I saw the reality of what’s on the ground from Mexico to the Caribbean, there was a splinter left in my mind that I never could quite forget.

I felt ALIVE inside every time I went. It soon became like a drug I never could quite quit, no matter how hard I tried to “do the right thing” and find an Anglo chick to settle down with and have a family. That, simply, is not in the fucking cards anymore for many reasons we discuss in the manosphere.

Little did I know a decade later I’d be running away from Anglo America, a refugee from a culture that has little to offer besides overworking until a man drops dead, micromanagement of virtually every aspect of a man’s life by an oppressive corporate-government complex, shopping, eating out and football.

I’ve been out of Anglo America a year, and a recent visit home was jarring to say the least. I saw a sad, sad place culturally. I did NOT want to stay long. Here are 5 things I love about my new home that I never would have had if I stayed put.

I never experienced a “real woman” until I came here

The List

5. A culture oriented towards family and friends. You can live beside someone for a decade back home and never know anything about them. It’s simply not like that in Latin America. First of all, most towns are laid out so that you WILL run into people you know in the course of the day. Human interaction is commonplace, rather than the constant isolation people suffer in Anglo America.

People are isolated from one another from the time they wake up until the time they drive to work in their car to the time they play one-upmanship at work, afraid to trust anyone until the time they come home and microwave their food. Anglo culture is a very isolating culture, in contrast to the family and friends oriented culture of Latin America. Family is still central to life in Latin America, and this is a VERY good thing. A walk through town is more than just exercise, it’s fun because you always meet someone interesting and you always run into friendly and sexy women along the way.

4. Dancing and drinking. Any night of the week, you can go out and see people drinking and dancing and having a good time in contrast to a horde of zombies waddling their way in and out of Target, Walmart and Starbucks trying to buy some happiness. Any decent looking guy can grab a chica and start dancing Salsa or Bachata with her, and before you know it your worries and problems fade away. Some of the happiest moments of my adult life have been spent drinking and dancing with a group of Latinas all night until early the next morning. I consider it therapy for the soul. I have literally been at the point of tears of happiness sometimes just thinking about how lonely my life was and how full and rich it now seems in comparison.

3. Laid back work ethic. The media likes to portray Latinos as little elves that keep America running. That is true on some level, as they do all the hard work in the nation in which white people have become too effete to even reproduce. But in many Latin countries, there is still a two-hour long siesta. The work ethic is still strong but it is much more laid back than the here and now demands that have become inhuman in modern day America. Schools let the kids out for two hours, parents come pick them up, and mami has a nice meal made for everyone when they get home. There’s time to eat, take a nap, and relax a little before heading back to work. In contrast to the gotta do it right here and right now! Puritan work ethic that has made people very productive but miserable back home, people still have an Old World view of labor here. Whatever needs to be done will get done in its own time. It’s PEOPLE before THINGS. A very important differentiation.

2. Freedom. I always laugh at the U.S. calling itself the bastion of freedom in the world. Nothing is farther from the truth. I never experienced freedom until I left the so-called “freest nation on earth.” Fewer things are illegal here and those that are illegal aren’t enforced with an iron fist and a stiff cock up your ass. There is nothing like the feeling of having unfettered possibilities laid out before you each day.

The contrast between the Caribbean life of freedom I enjoy and the creepy police state I felt the weight of when I lived in and visited America are as stark as the contrast between night and day. It’s been said when people fear their government there is tyranny, and when the government fears the people there is liberty. Who fears who in America?

1. The Chicas. I am a spoiled man since leaving. Very spoiled. Traditional women who are fit, not fat and love to “be good to their man” abound. I never experienced a “real woman” until I came to Latin America. Frankly, they make their Anglo sisters look sick by comparison. By no means are Latinas pushovers – they’re just confident in their sexuality and their femininity unlike Anglo women who constantly try to be like men and displace men from their traditional roles in society. I find Latinas very sexy on many levels, and there is nothing like a confident but feminine women who also has a plump (not fat!) ass and pair of tits.

It’s gotten to the point I am generally repulsed by the sad, sad disposition of Anglo chicks. They’re truly some of the most lost souls I have encountered in my travels.

Competitive consumption is not the life for me

Keep My Ass Outta The Matrix

So, it’s needless to say I do not want to come back. Leaving repeatedly over the past decade and then becoming emboldened enough to take the big leap and try to build a life here has been the most risky and yet rewarding move I have ever made.

Little did I know the college classes I complained about so much – Spanish I through IV would be more life-changing than the degree I was awarded. Those classes and my later experiences in Latin America literally changed the entire course of my life.

I imagine I would be just like many of the men I now feel sorry for when I go home if that hadn’t happened to me. They’re working their asses off, most of them are lonely, and most of them have never experienced a real woman in their lives.

For that, I will always be grateful to this part of the world for giving me a life I would never have had in Anglo America.

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Caribbean Life

The beach all to ourself

Crystal clear water

A cruise through paradise

Purple shadows on the cliffs

A pristine beach

This is where deleting my cultural indoctrination has led me so far. My adventures in the Caribbean have been six of the most fulfilling months of my entire life. Just look at how beautiful and unspoiled this place is! The women are also unspoiled by feminism (which is a product of Cultural Marxism). I have become so accustomed to the gentle manners of Latinas that I literally cringe every time I hear some gringas (American female tourists) shrieking in the distance.

I would have never experienced this paradise if I had done what the system told me to do. If you feel something is not right about life, you are not alone. As a man I was completely lost when I lived in America. It took me years of reading and exploring to piece together what I really wanted to do with my life.

America likes to market itself as the ultimate place to be. While it may well be the world’s biggest shopping mall and restaurant, for the 95% of the world’s population that lives outside its borders life still somehow manages to go on. Little did I know that in many ways life outside The Matrix (as it’s known in the manosphere) is better.

After doing everything the vaunted “up by the bootstraps” Puritan work ideology told me to do from a very young age only to wind up with anxiety issues; overworked and disrespected by employers and society, and go home to an empty apartment every day I asked myself – is this really as good as it gets?

I got the good grades, went to the good college, worked at least one and sometimes two jobs from age 16, got the certifications, did the time and paid the price only to be kicked to the curb twice by legacy media employers because white males need not apply for promotions or advancement in the new America.

America was not living up to the promises it made me. So, when it reneged on the contract, I decided to walk out on a system that targeted me as its enemy.

Sailing away from safety of the harbor presents risk, but it also offers reward

Wanderlust

I had to break out of the monotony and careerism that had become my existence. No matter what I did, I just couldn’t force myself into a cookie cutter life of getting a mortgage, marrying a girl who decided to get off the carousel and look for a provider – one who would likely cheat on me and divorce rape me, and while the rest of my years away waiting for a Social Security check that likely wouldn’t be there for me anyway.

No, I was a free thinker, an explorer, and a risk-taker. As Mark Twain said:

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

I had always had a deep curiosity about far off lands and far off peoples but no money to travel since I was living the typical life in which people spend their entire lives in debt and without focus. I decided to get myself out of debt and make changes to such a sorry state of affairs at any cost.

The first step was attaining freedom. I could not be free with car payments, credit card debt, eating out all the time, and buying shit I didn’t really need. I discovered minimalism, and decided to let that philosophy work for me. Men are by nature minimalists I believe, we have only been trained by society to think we need things we don’t.

I learned debt is a powerful system of social control, and I had to get rid of it. I fought off and killed the beast of consumer debt that held me down over several years, with much personal sacrifice I might add. Dave Ramsey showed me the way. His principles are not easy to follow, but they absolutely will get you out of debt!

Once free of those chains of bondage, I decided I was going to jet off to those far off lands I dreamed of. I finally had opportunity to live out the dream of many a thirtysomething single guy.

Once I finally started to travel abroad regularly, I started noticing I did not want to come back home. While I had no trouble finding dates in America, when I was abroad women abroad just seemed sweeter, more innocent, and purer since they had not been indoctrinated with careerism, feminism, and a misandry as in America.

Suddenly, two weeks at a time just was not enough! I would find myself constantly waiting in anticipation of my next journey.

“This bird’s gonna fly!” People leave tyranny, oppression, and lack of incentives

Freedom As a Reality, Not a Slogan

I began to see that outside America people’s lives were not as regulated or controlled, and most importantly there seemed to be a lot more opportunity for risk and reward. Everything the U.S. tells us it stands for, the ideals of freedom, personal liberty, individual choice and responsibility, seem to be vanishing like the sunset currently falling over the West.

As John Stossel points out in his brilliant piece on how overregulated the American economy and its citizens’ lives are in Illegal Everything, there are very few choices one has left in life except to work, pay taxes, and follow orders. As the idea of any lasting, true freedom in the U.S. becomes laughable, many of us have decided to roll the dice, take a risk and try living somewhere else. As the minimalists say, once we give up our attachment to material possessions, we find the time and freedom to pursue bigger dreams

I make no secret of my affection for Latinas; in most Latin countries they are the antithesis of masculinized Anglo women

Early Results

As I pointed out earlier, I am 6 months into this experiment. I literally quit my job (I was being mistreated by my employer anyway) then sold, gave away, or threw away everything I owned in order to make this happen, and saved every penny I could scrape up for a few years.

My first chosen long-term destination on my world tour is the Caribbean. I came with 3 suitcases and my laptop, because as I pointed out in a previous article, it doesn’t take much for a man to live on. It feels good to get rid of the baggage! The minimalists know this ancient wisdom from the philosopher Democritus, and it has served me well:

Happiness resides not in possessions, and not in gold, happiness dwells in the soul.

I not only happily get by with fewer possessions, the cost of living is much lower here than in the U.S. which reduces stress. Here is a breakdown of my monthly expenses:

• Rent $200 (furnished apartment)
• Food $200
• Internet $27
• Utilities $0 (included with rent)
• Gas $10
• Skype phone service $3
• Fuel for motorcycle $10
• Total = $450

If you keep doing what you’ve been doing, you’ll keep getting what you’ve been getting

My Advice

As I highlight life in the Caribbean, I hope it will enlighten you to the fact that as St. Augustine said:

The world is a book, and those who do not travel only read a page.

Break the mold. Venture out. There is a whole world burning out here, free of the myopia of the materialism, nihilism, and tech gadget worship in America. Look for more updates about the culture, food, good times, and of course – the ladies – as my adventure continues.

To quote an old song from the BH Surfers: Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain that is pouring like an avalanche, comin’ down the mountain. I ran off the corporate plantation, and I’ve never been more in love with life!

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