Cubans in Mexico

where to start...

There is a woman in one of Paul's classes who is a little older than we are (most of the students are quite a bit younger), she is really nice and invited us to go to a party with her. All we knew was that the party was in the campo, we would stay for a few hours and come back to Merida that night and she would drive. So off we went!

After an hour on the road we arrived in a small town called Tecoh, which is something like half the distance between Merida and Mayapan. We arrive at this hotel that has been converted into this woman's house. She is (Mexican) having a party for her friend's mother's arrival from Cuba. The relationship between all the people at the party was a little unclear, so bear with me on the details. What we found out later was that the woman, whose house/hotel we were in, was the former municipal president of Cancun. Basically that means she is super PRI and super rich.

Ok, so we arrive, one of the first people to get there and they proceed to stuff us full of amazing Cuban-Mexican food. We had all kinds of stuff including venison tacos, beans and pork, chips and salsa, and much more. We also had way too much to drink!

We had the best mojitos ever, which makes sense because almost everyone at the party was Cuban. (No offense to the great Mojitos Mo' Problems party! those were the second best mojitos we have ever had!) Then we had a drink, I forget the name, have to ask Paul, but it is bascially a really good, really spicy bloody mary, but better. Yummy and dangerous because they weren't skimping on the alcohol if you know what I mean.

Then the DJ arrived and it got a little confusing. Apparently (we found out later) they hired the DJ (who was almost blind) by telling him they were celebrating a quincienera (a girl's 15th birthday). That was sort of funny because I was the closest one to 15 at the party, ha! They thought he'd never know becasue he's blind, which was not cool, but I'm sure they paid him well. So we danced.

Then the mariachis showed up. They were great! Everyone (but us) was signing along with them and everyone was getting very drunk very fast except (luckily!) our ride!

So we had more food, more dancing, and then I knew it was time to go when everyone started getting up and telling dirty jokes. Now, I know A LOT of bad things to say in Spanish (thank you Paul) and I was lost. These jokes were out of this world, and women were telling them too! Things were getting a little crazy and I noticed one of the sons, who was carrying around his 3 month old and 1 year old at the same time and was taking shots of tequila like I have never seen. He would lean back and his mom, yes, mom! poured tequila down his throat for 5-10 seconds. The guy has to be dead - anyway- I hope he put the kids to bed before he started stumbling!

So we left and came back to Merida and passed out! We've been watching the playoffs this weekend. It was great to see the Yankees lose yesterday. Woohoo! More baseball tonight too. That's about it for now.

I'm in my new favorite cafe that has wireless so I can actually work on my computer while sipping tea (my favorite thing to do). It is funny b/c there are bunch of dressed up older men here and me in my tank top. It's hot here!

Much Love