Saint Patrick's Day In Guadalajara
St. Patrick's Day was quite an adventure. We ended up gathering all of the hostel people and polishing off a few 40's (to save money on beer) before walking to an Irish pub. We met a lot of cool people there because it was one of the only Irish pubs in Guadalajara so all the internationals were there mingling with locals.
Some locals were painting green clovers on everyone so that was a lot of fun especially for the few who forgot to wear green. After that, we all (about 10 of us) wanted to go dancing so we wandered to a locals bar and sort of created a dance floor for ourselves. Okay place, but we all sort of wanted a night club. There was one Venezuelan girl with our group and she was trying to teach everyone how to salsa, needless to say my hips were qualified but my feet just couldn't keep up. I'm pretty sure I embarrassed myself. Someday my body will be more in sync on the dance floor.
Some locals were painting green clovers on everyone so that was a lot of fun especially for the few who forgot to wear green. After that, we all (about 10 of us) wanted to go dancing so we wandered to a locals bar and sort of created a dance floor for ourselves. Okay place, but we all sort of wanted a night club. There was one Venezuelan girl with our group and she was trying to teach everyone how to salsa, needless to say my hips were qualified but my feet just couldn't keep up. I'm pretty sure I embarrassed myself. Someday my body will be more in sync on the dance floor.
After that we went searching for a night club we had heard about and never did find it despite asking about 10 different Mexicans for directions. Instead, we got tacos. After chilling and eating near the taco stands for 15 minutes, around 2 in the morning, all of a sudden we hear someone yell out "Handsome! Senor guapo!" and a giant yellow jeep pulled up next to us. Turns out the very first place I had a beer in GDL on my first night, I met the owner of a bar and told him about my name and we got a long well. I changed hostels since then and his bar was next to the old hostel so I only knew him for about 1 hour. I guess he really liked me, because he loaded all of us 10 travelers up in his and his buddies trucks and took us back to his bar which he had just closed down. But for us poor hostel travelers, he opened it up for us. I think he was trying to give us all free drinks, but I paid for mine anyways. I got back around 4 in the morning and finally called it a night with a green clover on each cheek. Quite a fun St Patricks day. For the real story of why Mexico celebrates Saint Patrick's Day, check out my other blog post: Mexican American War and Saint Patrick's Day
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