It was around midnight when we finished watching the fireworks in the square, and we found ourselves in a nice terrace bar called Bond's 007, run by a nice fellow from the US, who gave us free tacos, and kept trying to dance with and seduce Diana. We were impressed that a bar run by a gringo could have such good tacos.
Somehow, when the bar closed around 2, some young ladies said we absolutely had to continue the party in a nightclub with loud music, saying they would buy the first round, then when the bill came, trying to talk their way out of paying their share. Rubi and Yveth said "YOLO", though I'm still not entirely sure if they know what the word means, and we danced and drank until 5.
In the morning, we had to ask the hotel for an extension on the check-out... then after check-out Rubi snoozed by the pool for an hour, lamenting her horrible decisions.
After a few hours travelling, we arrived in the magical town of Tequisquiapan, and went straight to a vineyard.
Diana hopped on a bus to visit her mother in another city, and we went wandering around the quaint markets and shops. I went into a little gift shop, and I was looking at some llama toys. A little native girl was standing next to the display, and asked if I would buy her one. Normally, when people ask me for material things, I try to give them. It helps me remember that maybe money isn't the most important thing, that maybe a smile from a child is more important than the knowledge of 90 pesos in my wallet - and besides, I can always make more money.
I bought two llamas, one for me, and one for the girl. Honestly, I felt like a sucker for doing it, because I knew that she would probably run and give the llama to her mother, and her mother would sell it on the street corner for 100 pesos, and maybe I wasn't buying the smile I thought I was. My greater regret was when I remembered seeing my friend Juan Galt giving a child a few pesos and telling him that he could be anything he wanted to be. Perhaps Juan changed the life of that child that day, and if not, at least he tried. Oh well, I thought, it's something to remember for next time.
After a tough and busy day of travelling and being hungover, it was time for bed. ¡Buenas nochecitas Tequisquiapan, y buenas nochecitas México!
About me
My name is Kurt Robinson. I grew up in Australia, but now I live in Guadalajara, Jalisco. I write interesting things about voluntaryism, futurism, science fiction, travelling Latin America, and psychedelics. Remember to press follow so you can stay up to date with all the cool shit I post, and follow our podcast where we talk about crazy ideas for open-minded people, here: @paradise-paradox, and like us on Facebook here - The Paradise Paradox
Some other cool posts
Here are some other posts of mine to check out:
A Mexican Independence Day trip - ¡Viva México! - Day 1: San Miguel de Allende
What Beautiful Hands - a short story about dark family secrets