The worst holidays I have ever had

It was the worst holiday I have ever had. I went to La Lucila del Mar in December, hoping to meet new friends, but I met a nasty guy: his name was Paul and he was 17.
At first we were friends. The first time we met , he was playing a football match on the beach. After a few days, I got used to going to his home at night. I met his girlfriend, his brother and his parents. But one day there was nobody at Paul's home, except for himself and I. Suddenly, he took a knife from the kitchen and stole my mobile phone and my money. Then, he kicked me off his home.
In the end, I had to come back to Burzaco because I had no money, but I promise I'll find him some day and I'll take revenge.