So I walk in and announce my arrival with a 'Hola' and "¿Qué tal?". Instead of my hostmom enthusiastically greeting me like she usually does, I hear her boyfriend announce that they are in the living room.
When I walk into the living room I see she is laying on the couch in somewhat bad shape and very upset. Her boyfriend proceeds to tell me in Spanish what happened just a few hours earlier. I understand almost nothing and I have to get my dictionary. He ends up repeating the story slower and using simple words. This is what happened...
Apparently she was headed home from work and was getting off the bus when I man ran past her and tried to grab her purse. Luckily my hostmom had her purse firmly underneath her arm and tight to her side, and he wasn't able to grab it. Unfortunately she was pulled down to the ground and landed on her side. She was somewhat bruised but more shaken up from the incident.
Her boyfriend immediately determined it was Sudamericano, more specifically from Columbia. How he came to this conclusion I have no idea, but he was convinced that was where the culprit was from. Of course I have no idea how to respond to this story and this claim with 2nd year Spanish, so I just nod.
Then, between tears and being the trooper that she is, she instructs her boyfriend to warm up my dinner. The dinner table is in the living room and it created for a somewhat awkward eating experience for me. I proceed to announce that I received an A in my first Spanish class and this, I least I think it did, made her feel better. She also refused to let this trauma ruin my birthday and has her boyfriend then bring out a little cake for me. She didn't want any and I guess her boyfriend is trying to cut down on the sweets because he didn't have any either. It was delicious and I ate it for breakfast the next day.
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