Con Cuidado

So I love how anytime I go anywhere someone feels the need to say something like "be careful" or "dont walk down any dark alleyways", or "cuidate." and how everytime i talk to my parents on the phone they say "youre safe? not talking to strangers?" i appreciate the concern but i have only had two frightening experiences since i came here.

About two weeks ago Brittany and I were chilling in mi casa, my host family was off in Cholula partying. We were raiding the kitchen when we heard this "BANG BANG"... like gun shots. And after all, we were in Mexico so i went all gung ho and got on the ground because the shots were getting progressively closer to my house. When they noise stopped Brittany, the brave one, got up and looked out the window at our potential murderers. Then she looked at me hiding underneath the kitchen table and laughed because it turns out that the garbage trucks sound an awful lot like a gang fight... whoops.

So the other experience I had actually involved real-life danger. I was walking home from the guapacita marlenne´s house and it was pretty late... raining like crazy and of course i forgot my umbrella so me and good old itunes were booking it down flooded street and this vicious dog pounces out of the alleyway. dogs can smell fear right, so i turned up my music and kept on walking when fido started growling and barking and doing that weird pouncy thing and i swear i saw foamy stuff coming out of its fangs so i booked it across the river of the street. while i was running my ipod started doing that shake and shuffle thing so it was switching from akon to julieta venegas to church music to daddy yankee and the dog was swimming across the street to get to me and i saw a group of guys ahead. oh great they can help me. sike. they started yelling cat calls at me "mamaciiiita... mirame mami chula..." okay really, if you want to get a girls attention and a rabid dog is chasing after her... SAVE HER! my gosh did these guys never watch disney movies? so i ran past the creepers and this guy selling chalupas came out and said something that made the blood thirsty beast run up to him and.... lick his hand? because that vicious dog was his PUPPY. uuuuuuugh. i mean i still could have gotten rabies and died so i dont think my actions were rash at all but i do think that all of this talk about being super careful is going to my head in a somewhat extreme way.... just sayin.