A Different Voice

As Jocelyn and I went for a run in the park today, we were applauded by a chorus of males.  The first lap around began with whistles and was followed by a song in which a whole group chimed in.  The next time around one of the individuals was "so creative" enough to make up his own song which consisted of "Rubia-aaaa! Rubia-aaaa!" (this means, blondie, blondie more or less).  It was extremely difficult to keep a straight face through it all in an attempt to not give them any response, which is what they are hoping for.  Here in Uruguay, or South America as a whole, men are much more vocal about giving cat calls, especially to American girls.  I must admit, most times they are quite hilarious, especially when they make such great stories.  My favorites are when they sing English songs to us.  This has happened to our group twice already; seeing that we consist of 90% girls, are 70% blonde, and 90% light eyed, it is probably expected.  The first instance that happened was "Hey pretty woman, walking down the street, Pretty Woman!" This was sung to a group of us as we were literally walking down the street.  The other one that has occurred was at a market when a man sang "Beautiful girls (all over the world..)."  All of the above have been great laughs after the fact, but during their occurrence, we rush away in attempts to maintain solemn countenances.  It is interesting how from one culture to another, different voices are heard on the street, different tunes are sung, and different attention is more or less boldly given.