My new host family and I went to a Soccer game at Morumbi stadium and had a great time. Then, when the game was over, we had to walk ten blocks to get to the car at the mall. We got about halfway there when two guys came from the street, one from a doorway, and one right in front of us. They all started shouting, and yelling, and separating us. I didn't really understand what was going on, all I knew was there was a guy trying to reach in my pocket. So I kept slapping his hand away and telling him no, that's not for him. and he started getting angry. He punched me in the gut, so I put him in a headlock and punched him back in the mouth. The punch made his top teeth go through his bottom lip and he started bleeding everywhere. He screamed, went to punch at me again, I ducked, and my host dad and I got together, and he said something that made the guys ran away. All they got was my host brother's shirt, hat, and a souvenir from a crazy Alaskan. hahahahaha. I love this story.
But.. There was a lesson to learn in all of this. Most of the robbers carry knives or guns here. And you can't just go around punching them. It was a pretty stupid thing for me to do, but now I know. And just giving them 10 or 20 Reais(The currency here) will make them go away. So now I always keep a R$10 in my front pocket. Just in case.
