Postcards from my life

We had quite an adventure last night. One of those moments when you really do not understand this country. So, we were at Sarah's for a 'gathering' as she called it. Very nice. It was Malin, Chris, Kat, Kimzey, Sarah and me. We were just chilling and catching up with Kat after her return to Guadalajara that same day. When the clock struck 2 am we decided to head home. Kat, Malin and me. We walk out and go toward Benji. And that's when we see the giant white Mustang that is blocking our precious Benji in. Out comes two or three persons, they look at the Mustang to make sure we haven't scratched it, and then all of them except one walks away again. The women who stays behind a little bit pretty much yells at us that they will not move their car because we have violated their private space and this happens all the time and no one respects them and so on. We were in complete shock. We were told we could park anywhere and thus assumed this was the case. Malin tries to wedge Benji out by testing her driving skills. Problem is that there was a giant block of concrete just in front of us so we didn't have that much moving space. The people just stood in the door looking at us! And did nothing! Malin and I walked down to the guards by the entrance to the gated community, and explain the situation. He comes with us and looks at the cars and tries to help us. He was truly a nice person and did everything he could. He walked over to the people and tried to reason with them, but it didn't help. And we stood there. By Benji's side not being able to do anything. We kept asking ourselves what they would gain from the situation. They were the ones standing on the street in pyjamas, we were all up so an hour more or less doesn't make that much difference. The guard comes back and says that they refuse to help and that they owner is a asleep (the owner was down before we got the guard and Kat saw him looking out a window). The guard calls his supervisor hoping he can resolve the situation. We just stand there and wonder what the hell these people want. We did keep laughing though, thinking that this situation would only happen in Mexico. They were standing right there!! Why couldn't they just move their precious car??? Completey and utterly weird in our opinion. The supervisor came and was scary. He had hand coughs with him, and didn't look at us and just seemed generally scary. He explains to us that these spots are for residents only. And yes, now we obviously know this. Had we known this before we wouldn't have parked there, cause it's not like we want to create trouble! Then, as we decide to try to drive over the block of concrete a car pulls up into that parking space and blocks the only possible exit we had!! Things could not get worse! However, I ask the friendly guard if he could ask the man in the car if he could park somewhere else for just ten minutes or so while we try to get our car out. This man was also super friendly and helped us out. He could not understand why they just didn't move their Mustang. He happily moved his car and then helped us. We did manage to get Benji out without a scratch in the end. The Mustang didn't move an inch. And while we were just inches away from scraping it while trying to get Benji out the owners were just standing looking. By the time we had managed to set Benji free there were quite a few neighbours out on the street and others looking through the window. All giving evil looks to the owners by the door. When we left we thanked the guard and the other man several times. And we wished the owners of the Mustang a pleasent evening.

We drove off and screamed. Wondering what these people were thinking and what they possibly gained from the situation. They probably saw the opportunity to mess with some blondes. We also concluded that Kat, Malin and me shouldn't do things together. First the boat adventure in Belize. And now this. We are not a good combination.

I think this is one of the most absurd situations I have ever been in.