¿Qué pasó?

I'm okay with being confused. I mean, I'm Colleen. I spend the vast majority of my life a bit lost... either because I don't understand something, or because I think about it too much and then just confuse myself. But this time, it wasn't me. I promise.

I was walking to my class yesterday morning, and I always walk past this one micro stop where there are a few men who hang out there, selling newspapers and listening to the radio and stuff. This fine morning, one of the guys was throwing bread from one side of the sidewalk across to a few pigeons on the other side. Mind you, it was about 9:45 in the morning, so there was a decent amount of hustle and bustle in this street. Which is also one of the main streets in Vina, connecting Vina and Valpo.

I get closer to said homeboy, who is still doin' his thing and throwing the bread at the birds. I stop in my tracks, and hesitate a bit, because I don't really feel like walking through his line of fire. We make eye contact, and he drops his hands down to his sides, which I interpreted to be a "Go ahead, gringa! I'll let you pass through!"

I continue, get right in front of this guy, and suddenly, feel a chunk of bread hit my torso..... really? Did that just happen? I turn around, and give him a questioning glance, and he just kind of shrugs his shoulders, as if he's saying "Yeah, I don't know what just happened either."


But seriously. Who wastes their bread on a gringa?