A couple of interesting moments

Two days ago, one of the staff at PSi Colombia asked me if I can bring back transgenic fruits.  I went on to explain that I really like this fruit here called brevas, but I don't want to have problems crossing the border with some sneaky fruit (checked or not), so I wasn't going to bother.  He then asked if transgenic fruits were allowed in Canada, at which point I had to look up what the heck transgenic meant.  So genetically modified fruit, eh?  So I'm looking at him as though he's a mad scientist asking me to partake in an experiment, but look it up to see if they are allowed in Canada.  Sure enough, Canada is cool with it, as well as producing some of our own.  Great.

A few minutes ago, I was hanging out at the mall, like any other 13 year old would do with free time.  I was in the middle of enjoying some Juan Valdez coffee, the best coffee I've had here so far, when an older man came up and said something in Spanish.  I didn't quite catch what he had said, and when he repeated it, he was holding the chair.  I made out that he was asking for a chair, so I said yes, of course.  I looked around and noticed that there were no free tables, which explained why he ended up sitting with me at the table.  No problem there.  Of course, he started up a conversation, which made things a little dicey since I could also barely hear him, let alone understand him.  I pulled my classic "I'm from Canada and don't understand Spanish well,"  but nobody ever believes me right off the bat.  I'm told it's because I hold a Spanish accent well, so while flattering, I can see how that would be deceiving, and consequently how I could simply be viewed as a jerk who doesn't wanna talk.

He spoke in English and I spoke in Spanish, and all went well.  He was simply waiting for a friend to arrive at 11.  We made small talk and all was good, but I noticed that I was drinking my coffee much quicker, which would allow me to leave if necessary.  Sure enough, he asked me a few questions about where I was staying and for how long, and while it all seemed normal enough, I became suspicious of some sort of trickery and deceit.  So I told him that I had to go buy milk and was on my way.

The moral of the story, kids: don't trust old people.