Man oh man. It doesn't take long to notice the ridiculous amount of extra attention one receives as a gringa traveling in Mexico. It usually comes in the form of hoots, hollers, whistles, and the occasional wave. Rarely will someone buy a drink for you or say hello like you might expect in the United States. Until, that is, we meet this guy. Ha! He was such a character. Approaching 60 I'm sure and on what he claimed to be his 30th cerveza of the night, he bought us not one, not two, but three rounds of drinks! Very generous. As repayment, of course, we were expected to chat with him which wasn't too difficult considering he made himself comfortable by pulling up a chair at our table just as we were about to eat dinner. Many repeated questions later and he finally gets our names down. We had his from the first second he sat down but he still told us a few more times. In the end we had an audience as we taught the poor guy English words that he was ecstatically yelling across the patio to his drinking buddies. Lights! Chair! Table! Head! Nose! Quesadilla! Hey, I think I know that one.
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