I can imagine that was a bit of a problem. I can't blame them for wanting a better life, but not knowing the lay of the land, and maybe not being able to work somewhere what gives them so much security thinking they can survive on their own in the USA?

 

When I worked in FR, a colleague of mine assigned to Bucharest fell in love with a Romanian gal; before he knew it, he was paying for her whole family to visit his folks back in the USA. Yeah, it didn't last.

 

Was my intention to get caught up..

 

In England they literally had buses of English girls shipped in every weekend night to the clubs on base-- In Italy they had to be your guest and were your responsibility-- In Korea and the Philippines- you would be propositioned as soon as you walked off base-- In Australia you were a novel oddity- so they would latch onto you-- In the middle east you didn't look at a woman- they were property-- In most of the places I visited in Africa- it was a no touchy zone-- to many things you could catch- so you were better off staying away-- Puerto Rico - you needed to be interesting to get a date-- India I didn't understand the rules as to which cast system was which- so it was confusing-- Being Darker haired but not black haired was a novelty in most of Scandinavia-- and 99% of those girls looked like they just fell out of a magazine- I only had 1 date the whole time there-- and it wasn't great-- Alaska- Hawaii and Fiji Be interesting or you didn't get a date (I know they are not a foreign country per say)

Most of the time if you just talked to them-- and let them talk allot about themselves it went well. Ask them questions about what ever they just said to show your interest and tell a few funny stories and boom everything went as was expected :-)

 

Poverty is something that breaks your heart BTW-- not "poverty" like they have in the US-- but true poverty is heartbreaking. (not saying that there isn't some real poverty-- but Africa and India-- and I am sure other places in the world is so far below the American standard of living.

 

Great now I am a bit sad :-(

 

Was not your intention though..cheer up...

 

Well I was sad-- it didn't last long- Back to happy and morning perky person :-)

 

Whenever I’m sad, I drink coffee. Was true.

 

Was my drink of choice for years-- now I have one cup in the am

 

When I drink coffee I run to the bathroom a lot

 

When I drink it after noon, I can’t sleep at night. Was an annoying trend to identify.

 

Was a time when I drank a couple pots a day-- now just a cup or two in the am

 

I should stop drinking it all together was a plan once that failed..

 

Was a good idea to practice ’everything in moderation’. But the ice cream beckons.