Another thing to cross off my bucket list, and another way in which Kori can kick my butt at Never Have I Ever... And also stoking the fire of my desire to go shopping at the artisan market! (Maybe the 4th time's the charm? I don't know. I think it's just taunting me now...) I wanted to wait a few days to cool off and process everything, but now that I've run out of filthy names and blood-curdling insults, I'm feeling better. On Saturday, I met up with Maxime, a volunteer from Holland, to take the Metrovia downtown to shop. Hindsight #1, should've asked someone at the school exactly where to get off. We chose "Mercado Central" because it sounded plausible. We had an approximate idea of where to go (though our mental map was shifted a few blocks, I think; right direction, though). We were walking along one of the busier streets, when some kids appeared (Hindsight #2) and stole my purse! To be brief, we weren't doing anything particular dumb or tourist-y other than walking in what turned out to be Hindsight #3, the wrong part of town. Like they always say, it all happened so fast. That, combined with the little jerk leaping headfirst into the busy 4-lane street and taking off around the block, meant neither one of us was really prepared to trip him or kick him in the crotch like we should have. It was frustrating that, when the guard at the nearby Metrovia stop called the police for us, no one answered because they were all "busy." But otherwise, it wasn't a big deal in Hindsight #4. He didn't get anything vitally important, just a little cash, ID cards, and my phone. As my mom likes to say, it's just stuff. The important thing is that we're fine. I'm also relieved that they only went after me, not Maxime - I wouldn't forgive myself if anything had happened to her on my watch. :)
So, that was my weekend. Please try not to worry, as I really am fine. And if anyone sees a 15-year-old punk walking around with my driver's license, please punch him in the nose for me. And then pick up my license, I'd really love it back. With my watermelon lipgloss. And as for the title of this post, let me elaborate just a bit. It is certainly one of my pet peeves, and possibly others' as well, when you have done something that clearly could have gone better, for some obvious reasons, and people you talk to feel the need to explain to you why you shouldn't have done it. I appreciate the thoughtfulness and the concern, but usually I'm already in the process of beating myself up over my mistake, so I don't need more people doing that too. For instance, now I know we shouldn't have been around there; if we had known before, we wouldn't have been there. I already had my purse tucked securely under my arm (I have a small bruise to prove I wasn't being stupid with it!), but I will keep my eyes open for suspicious groups of punks, and be ready to sock them. I will start keeping my money and debit card and phone and everything else I own in various nooks and crannies of my body and clothing. You get the idea. So just remember, take it easy on people. Chances are they've already thought of your advice on their own; you can still show concern, but be gentle.
Then, on to the more exciting news! I'm headed up into the Sierra this weekend for a hike around the area of Riobamba, in the hills/mountains of El Altar. I'm pretty excited; it'll be my first trip up into the mountains, and the pictures I've seen are breathtaking. I'm also not really sure what I'm getting myself into, which makes it a little scary and a little exciting. I decided to take a chance and just do it. Wish me luck! If you don't hear from me soon, either I fell off the extinct volcano, or a monkey ate me. Or else there are no words... ;)
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