cigars, caballeros, and cumbia
Okay, so lets see, what else.
Well, the most recent it my trip to Guanajuato. It is a town out 4 hours away build in a vally. There are about three levels to the city, the centro is the in the very center of the bottom. Most of the houses are build into the mountains and the roads are a system of tunnels built through the mountain. It was a very colorful town, and lots of life. I saw several weddings while I was there, was serenaded by several mariachis, and danced salsa meringue, and mambo until 6 in the morning. So lets see….Friday was exciting, but sat was more so, so I will skip to that. Sat I was determined to find a cigar, and I finally did in the little perfume shop that also happened to sell cigars. So I decided in the end on a Mexican one, (I will save the Cuban ones for a special occasion) and then I say down with a giant pitcher of sangria and enjoyer the cool nigh. My server happened to be the owner of the restaurant, a dashing Mexican man by the name of Salvador. When my friends joined me for drinks we moved inside and where then joined by two of Salvador’s friends. We had a really good time getting to know each other over another pitcher of Sangria. At some point we were the only ones in there and the bartended kept bringing me drinks to try. It reminded me of the time Nicole and I were in Spain and the guy kept bringing us drinks…So it came time to leave and we were looking for the check somewhere, but it never came. We had been there for 3 hours, had dinner and consumed a countless number of drinks, but they insisted we owed nothing. Que caballeros! Yes, so the Mexican men are gentlemen. Much more conservative then the Argentines. One of my friends studying here put it best in regard to the Argn men….”anything to do with Italian is bad news” Anyway, so we finally left to go dancing and Salvador took care of us again. He was talking to all the staff and they seemed to be good friends. Ah, and is where I will have to leave you all, my reading public. We still have 7 hours of the night, and I only have 5 more minutes.
Long live cigars, caballeros, and cumbia!
Well, the most recent it my trip to Guanajuato. It is a town out 4 hours away build in a vally. There are about three levels to the city, the centro is the in the very center of the bottom. Most of the houses are build into the mountains and the roads are a system of tunnels built through the mountain. It was a very colorful town, and lots of life. I saw several weddings while I was there, was serenaded by several mariachis, and danced salsa meringue, and mambo until 6 in the morning. So lets see….Friday was exciting, but sat was more so, so I will skip to that. Sat I was determined to find a cigar, and I finally did in the little perfume shop that also happened to sell cigars. So I decided in the end on a Mexican one, (I will save the Cuban ones for a special occasion) and then I say down with a giant pitcher of sangria and enjoyer the cool nigh. My server happened to be the owner of the restaurant, a dashing Mexican man by the name of Salvador. When my friends joined me for drinks we moved inside and where then joined by two of Salvador’s friends. We had a really good time getting to know each other over another pitcher of Sangria. At some point we were the only ones in there and the bartended kept bringing me drinks to try. It reminded me of the time Nicole and I were in Spain and the guy kept bringing us drinks…So it came time to leave and we were looking for the check somewhere, but it never came. We had been there for 3 hours, had dinner and consumed a countless number of drinks, but they insisted we owed nothing. Que caballeros! Yes, so the Mexican men are gentlemen. Much more conservative then the Argentines. One of my friends studying here put it best in regard to the Argn men….”anything to do with Italian is bad news” Anyway, so we finally left to go dancing and Salvador took care of us again. He was talking to all the staff and they seemed to be good friends. Ah, and is where I will have to leave you all, my reading public. We still have 7 hours of the night, and I only have 5 more minutes.
Long live cigars, caballeros, and cumbia!