The first time I ever got robbed at my home in a foreign language was in 2010.
As I was walking around the neighborhood in a suit, I saw someone walking up to my front door.
I was startled and I heard an unfamiliar voice say: “Hey, how you doing, you looking for something?”
I didn’t know what it was, but I thought it was someone calling from the street.
“Where are you going?”
“I just got a phone call from my daughter.”
The person was wearing a shirt with a photo of a Spanish speaker holding a sign that read: “I’m in the United States of America.”
When I was home, I was able to identify the person as a Spanish-speaking couple with their 3-year-old daughter.
They had bought a large house on a cul-de-sac in Mexico.
I was surprised that they were willing to rent it out.
They didn’t ask me for my phone number or my address, so I didn and said I didn.
The couple asked for my passport, which they gave to me in Spanish.
They showed me a photo they took of their daughter.
I asked them why she was wearing the shirt.
“Because I think you should have been able to tell that she’s from the United Kingdom.”
I thought about it and asked if they were Spanish speakers.
“No, but it’s true.”
They told me that they came to the United State from Spain.
They lived in a large mansion in California.
They had bought it because they thought they would like a place to live with their daughter, who was a naturalized U.S. citizen.
My daughter is from the U.K.
I said, “What are you talking about?”
“We want to move to Mexico.
She’s in the U