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Published: October 9th 2008
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The horse got a flat. That's right, your eyes don't deceive you, I ate goat. Aaannnd....let me tell you...it was pretty damn good. Birria de chivo is what its called. Guadalajara is known for it. The city is also where mariachi music originated from. There's a plaza here called La Plaza de Los Mariachis where you can go and grab a bite to eat at the restaurants around there and listen to mariachi music. Pretty cool. I love mariachi music and when I listen to it...ahh...it brings out the Mexican blood in me. Depending on the song, it can make me feel emotional and proud of having Mexican heritage in my life. I freakin' LOVE Mexico.
I really liked Guadalajara. I came at the right time. Their October festival was just about to start. Did someone say party? Hell yeah! Ah man and this city is full of beautiful latina babes. That's right fellas. If you wanna meet a beautiful Mexican kitten, come to Guadalajara. Not only was that a plus, but the people here were very friendly. I know I've been mentioning that about most of Mexico, but in Guadalajara I noticed that the friendliness was really prominent.
On this trip, I only
visited one museum. I was kind of tired of visiting museum after museum. I visited five in Mexico City, so I was a little burnt out. I checked out the city museum because I wanted to learn the history on Guadalajara. It was alright. The rest of my time I really just wanted to see the city. I walked around downtown, saw a few churches (of course), admired the beautiful architecture, went to the mercado (market where everything is on sale). I tried to buy a $2 pirate copy of Iron Man the movie (very good quality), but they ran out of the English version and only had Spanish dubbed copies. Damn! I partied plenty on this city. Yes, mostly by myself, but it was still fun.
My hostel was cool. It was located in the downtown area...pretty close to everything. I met some really cool people there. Let me see, first there was Cote. He's an ex-hippie from Boston....older guy, but young spirited and definitely a character. He didn't have the typical Boston accent. He turned out to be a really cool dude. He's a part-time musician who used to live in Europe and has traveled through Mexico,
so he was full of interesting stories. The second day after I met him he came into the hostel after shopping all day and poured me a shot of tequila as I was checking my e-mail. This guy is alllllright. The hosts at the hostel were all very friendly too. Cool people. I also met Naomi. Cute girl from Holland. Even though she always had a serious face as she hung out at the hostel, she also turned out to be cool. She was pretty tall....about my height...maybe an inch taller (not sure). She told me she plays basketball in Holland, but if you put me and her on the court one on one, I'd school her. Oh yeah, there was also Stefan (whatever his name was). He was French. And yes, he stunk....literally. Even Naomi made a comment to me. Ok, so I'm not the only one who notices that about the French. He was ok....a little annoying sometimes.
Naomi and I both planned on taking a tour of the town of Tequila (where tequila originated from) through a service the hostel offered, but there wasn't much demand so they canceled on us. Since we both dig tequila,
we decided to go to the town ourselves. We took a 2nd class bus to Tequila which took about 1 1/2 hours. Tequila (the town) turned out to be charming, Naomi and I liked it. We walked around downtown checking out the buildings and the people. A very friendly lady came up to us and offered a tour of the tequila factories. When we told her that Naomi was from Holland, she went off on this story about how a psychic told her she was going to meet some guy from Holland whom she was going to become real close to. And how a year later, she met the guy from Holland. They became close friends and still talk to this day. There were other tour services around town, but we decided to go with Lucia (that was her name)....she was cool.
We rode on a tour bus that was probably around 100 years old. No shit. It had a lot of character and Naomi and I thought it was going to fall apart on us. The interior was made all of wood. We were the only ones on the tour which was cool because it didn't feel touristy
at all. We toured two factories, a large scale and small scale factory. Lucia was very good at explaining the process of how they make tequila. Very informative. Then after the tours the fun part....tequila sampling. Ok, so, for those of you who think that Los Casadores, or Don Julio, or Don Pancho or whatever the hell the tequilas are called, are the best tasting tequilas, you are sadly mistaken. I think American bars are importing crap. Let me tell you, the tequila we tasted was super smooth. We didn't really need any lime or salt to simmer down the typical tequila burn. The tequilas we drank were phenomenal. Even Lucia drank some shots with us. This lady rocked! Naomi and I probably drank anywhere from 10 to 12 small shots (around 6 to 8 regular sized shots). For us, that was a lot of tequila and to make things worse we hadn't eaten yet so the alcohol hit us pretty fast. We were already feeling a bit drunk just after the first factory tour. We were having fun. After the tour, we grabbed a bite to eat and then decided to hit up a bar in Tequila for a
few brews. We walked into an upstairs bar off the street. We were the only patrons there. The owner (Julio) and his daughters were there. Don't really remember how Naomi and I got to talking with them, but they turned out to be some of the nicest people I've ever met. The owner wanted us to stay the night in the town so we could enjoy his bar when it gets crowded at night. He offered us a room at his house. We wanted to stay, but we were both leaving Guadalajara the next day, so we politely declined. Such cool cool people.
Anyway, the next day, Cody, Naomi, and I went our separate ways. We split a cab to the bus station, bought our tickets and said our goodbyes. Guadalajara was a good trip. Cool city, good vibes, cool people, delicious food, great tequila, and beautiful babes.
Now I'm headed to Guanajuato. The Mexican locals informed me that they're about to have one of their biggest festivals of the year, Festival Internacional Cervantino.
Party on.
alex
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