this time the penny has dropped . I am hurt but I will dust myself off. I have been lying awake at night, and lying to myself, mulling over what everyone has said and what has been happening to me there ove rthe past years. I now see that it may all have been one big con.I never got it. I was blinded. I fell for dropping a further 300 bucks last Feb when Juan told me he had pawned his motoconch to save the baby when ill.... and the bill was up three days after I arrived (funnily enough) - meaningthey would own his bike. So what did this sap do...I paid the 300 - in fact more because they upped it when we went to get it... now I am suspicious they were all in on the act- just one of many issues I now go over in my mind. How all the big items in the house suddenly broke while Iwas there. fridge, stove, washing machine...how when I first met Juan when he picked me up on the motoconcho and we went for a beer in his local, how he had no one else in the shack living with him, how they must have all laughed thinking,,, ah we have one now - don;t let him go... showed me a great time, never stole anything, builiding up my confidence....then next time three months later he has 5 kids living in the one-room shack with his " girlfriend" if she was truly his girlfriend. Maybe it was all a plot to get the gringo to pay because my heart went out to these shoeless dirty kids playing with dolls without heads and with no food. What a fool I am. No fool like an old fool. The more I write the more I get angry with myself for not seeing how they played me each and every time. And for what? Nice photo shots to show the friends back here. My feeling good about myself. ? Well I feel horrible now and mistrust all humanity -maybe that's a little harsh but I can tell everyone here right now, it is stopping now. No more of this because now I am ****ed and next time if this ever happens I hopefully will recognize it and head for the hills before they get their sticky little hands on me. I am an idiot. People, Dominicans here in the USA, warned me when it started that this might turn out this way... I cursed them out saying they had no heart and that is why people are destitute there.. because their very own people won;t help them.. Now I see they were right and were trying to protect me.. but I was so blinded by the adulation and glory of feeling like a king amongst the poor, I forsake all that advice. Now at 50, I guess it's time to admit some truths and state I was wrong. The kids I worry about, but am assured they will be fine once I am out of the picture. Juan- my friend or so I once believed, I am sure will find another sap to help him sit on his ass and not work...and I can get back to a normal life myslf where I am not constantly worried that this family will be destitute and will fall apart without my assistance. Maybe it will- but from what I am hearing, they won't worry about it anyway-and my preoccupation with all this is all in my mind. In fact I doubt if Juan gives anything a csecond thought- I'm sure he's not up at 4 am like this putting down his thoughts and wondering how h can make me feel better and how he can help ...No more will I leave threads and posts whining about this. I have burdened everyone her with these pathetic issues too many times. I have read and reread the advice, good and bad, and am sure of this new path. It is to the detriment of some who could have benefitted from my assistance, but I have to put myself and my sanity first for a change. With this, I bid all farewell. I wish we could all meet up somehow as each person here has contributed to helping me out of this quagmire... it will be hard for me still because I still love the DR and want to return but after this trip in 6 days, I will be trying out a new place, maybe Colombia or Brazil, or Argentina, or Mexico. And I will try to have a heart but not wear it on my sleeve this time... thanks again to all, and adios....