See?
I finished work at 2:30 and decided to go to the near by mercado central to pick up some fresh goat cheese and olives before going home.
And... what did I find?
Pomegranates! Really cheap! 500 pesos/kilo! (That's less than 25 cents per pound!) I don't know how this insanely-cheap-pomegranates-in-chile season passed by unnoticed last year, but now that I know it exists, I'm pretty pumped about it.
Wow! What a great day!
I remembered that new only friend, Kacy, called me just as I was arriving to my last class and I had promised to return her call after I was finished. I took out my cell phone from the highly secured secret pocket of my backpack and gave her a ring. She didn't pick up. I put the phone in my jacket pocket and paused, noticing a woman selling REALLY CHEAP cilantro. Then, a man behind me wrapped his arm around my body, holding my arms down and pressing me into his chest. I started screaming at the top of my lungs and then he was gone, at which point I continued to stand on the street and scream at the top of my lungs.
Cilantro lady started asking me "what did he take? what did he take? what did he take?!?!" because I was making a racket akin to a woman who had just lost her first born child. At this point, I stopped screaming and realized what he was doing. He wasn't trying to drag me off somewhere to rape/murder me, he was just stealing my cell phone. I was visibly relieved. She seemed to think it was strange that I calmed down and started smiling AFTER I realized that I had just been robbed. I bought some of her cilantro as she shook her head and hissed disapprovingly at the man's actions and then I took the bus home.
My first South American mugging was pretty anti-climactic, I guess. That is, of course, the way I prefer it. Strangely, it left me really wanting to come home to someone cooking me chicken soup...
Strange day!!! And I was just talking yesterday about how I have nothing to blog about!
Que lata.
Besos,
Allie
4 comments:
Bastard.
The Rage!
Looking forward to eating the pomegranites though.
I'll make you chicken soup another day, when we have real chickens to murder, not the growth-hormone addled, semi-boneless, beakless freako chickens from the supermarket.
:)
Ok, I guess I'll be waiting awhile for that soup then.
Maybe I'll wait to buy you a new cell phone until I get the soup. :)
Eek. I just got a little knot in my stomach reading that. I too, was relieved to read that the man only wanted your cell phone and not your body or your life. But still, couldn't he have just said, give me your cell phone or I'll knife you? Or something along those lines, rather than all the unnecessary physical contact?
Scary. I just had my first Valpo mugging incident myself. Que lata indeed!
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