Boring life is giving you the blues, so you decide to take a vacation to Colombia, since you wanted to see how South America would treat you. You arrive in Cali, a large city in Colombia. As you leave the airport, you're momentarily entranced by the beauty of the surroundings. Suddenly, you hear a woman's voice...quite a nice one at that, coming towards you rapidly.

"¡Fuera del caminoooooooo!"

Someone rams into you from the side at full speed, knocking you both to the ground. You begin to gather your things, muttering an apology, when you look at who ran into you. A woman, one of the locals, you presume...and hot as hell. She's muttering to herself in rapid Spanish.

"¡Dios mío! Realmente tengo que dejar de correr a toda velocidad..."

She then locks eyes with you and looks at you curiously, then speaks in a bit broken English, with a few mistakes and an obvious South American accent.

"...Hm? A tourist? Qué interesante..."