Don’t let the title of this post scare you, but as I sit here at 3:30 a.m. too wound up to go back to sleep, I figured what better thing to do than let my readers know about my first run in with la policia.
After hearing a loud domestic dispute in one of the apartments above me and sitting in my bed a bit scared listening to it, I heard my roomie get up. We both opened our doors, but low and behold, the electricity had gone out, which was weird timing. We both searched for candles and since I have so many around my room, it was pretty easy to find one. BUT, when I lit one of the candles, I also lit my finger. Man, when am I going to learn?! It is very clear that candles and I do not mix, as evident from my earlier escapades here both lighting my lamp and hair on fire accidentally!
The fight continued as my roomie and I stood in our entrance (I definitely recognized the swear word “puda” being repeated), of course speaking Spanish. That moment and this incident seemed to be the true test of my Spanish progress. At 2:30 a.m., tired and half awake, I was able to communicate and understand my roomie completely. Anyway, we decided to call the police and just like everyone else who is not in a hurry in this country, the police weren’t either. 10 minutes or so later, which I think is a bit long given it was an “emergency,” they arrived. And here I was, thinking it was going to be a big ordeal, my roomie and I would be witnesses to a big crime and I would be caught living here without a visa. Well, my mind fortunately got the best of me and the police actually looked at us like we were crazy for calling them. However, as a precaution, they banged on the doors above, but no one answered and off went the police and their guns. The only redeeming part of the incident was a cute cop, but clearly, that was not the time or place to be exchanging winks 🙂 It’s interesting though how three officers came to handle this situation. It reminded me of growing up in my small town, where when someone jay-walked, three police would go to the scene (of course I’m exaggerating, but probably not by a lot).
So off to sleep I go, round two, hoping to try to sneak in three hours more before I have to wake up. As my finger throbs from the burn and I sit in the dark, I can definitely add this one to the books! Let’s hope this is the first and the last run in with the Spanish police…
The car that came to save the day: