Oh hello, Marta?

Well I never blogged about this, because I kind of forgot/figured she wouldn't call, but she did, so now I must.

About a week ago I ended up being on the subway at the same time as the senor and the uncle from my house. I had already taken the metro to work on my own for a couple weeks successfully from our new house. But seeing as they think I can't really speak Spanish, I don't think they had very much trust in my metro navigational skills either. (they were actually correct in the navigational part--I don't have trust in my own navigational skills..but seeing as the metro is only one line with 2 offshoots I generally do pretty well there) So anyways, they repeatedly were talking me through what I was going to do...Okay you're going to switch lines, and then you're going to get off at Alpujarra, and then you're going to...Ok, so tell me, what are you going to do? During all of this another woman overheard the excessive direction giving and said, "I'm going that direction, I can just bring her if you want." yes yes. "Ok, now Molly, you're going with this woman, she's going to the same stop as you, do you understand?" yep, I got it.

So this nice, approximately 40 year old woman, named Marta accompanied me to the correct Metro Station. We made small talk, very very small talk, and then as I was leaving she said, "wait, what's your cell phone number?" I wasn't really sure what 40 year old Marta would need my cell phone number for, but I was like ehh what the heck, I'll give it to her, maybe she wants to be able to call and check up that I made it the 3 more blocks to my actual building. To be perfectly honest, I gave it to her right away without thinking, it wasn't until I was walking out of the metro station that I was like, "You just gave your cell phone number to complete stranger 40 year old Marta." It seemed perfectly natural to give my number away, stuff like that just happens in Colombia. I can't say I walk around giving out my number to middle-aged randoms in the United States. (sorry, some of you are probably thinking, heyyy wait a minute, who are you calling middle-aged. I guess 40 is still up for debate)

Anyways, Marta called me today, apparently also on Sunday too, but she thought I must have been sleeping and that's why I didn't answer. She called just because she wanted to see how I was. That is a representation of how legitimately nice Colombian people are. Granted, I ran out of things to say when she asked me all 20 forms of the greeting how are you in spanish...I'm sure she grew weary of my bien...si, bien responses. But thanks Marta, for being so nice, wherever you are. Actually, you're probably a block away from me right now, cuz I know where you work from our small talk. She was worried that I didn't remember who she was. Of course I remember who you are Marta, how many metro randoms you think I give my number out to a week? :)