Funchilde

  

Note to Self: Go to Bed! You have spanish class in the morning. No more hanging out until 2am every night.

Do not go to Zilch with these chicks. Do not go to dinner with Ricardo at Dona Lupe’s. Do not stop at Callejon del Beso (street of the kiss) to hear the story of star crossed lovers wherein some woman’s father killed her lover and the street is so narrow that neighbors on opposite sides can lean out their windows and kiss each other.

Do not stop at the Oxxo to grab a drink to walk around with while Ricardo introduces you to everyone in Guanajuato. Do not stop and talk to Jorge and Olga while they prepare a new bar for its grand opening.  Do not entertain the idea of meeting up with the swiss girls later at BAR FLY. Do not meet up with Drew, Pablo and the crew for drinks with these chicas (and who brought the dog)? Self, please don’t get home at a reasonable time and then stay up jibber jabbing with Jorge (32, CA) and Magnus (26, Norway) all night.  But self, if you can’t help yourself a couple of nights in a row, don’t try to do your spanish homework on the way to class. Just a thought.

Love,

 Me 

**Next day update:

Self,

I don’t know why I even talk to you. Were the Mojitos, Micheladas and that shot of tequila really necessary at Cuba Mia? And just because you can watch people dance Salsa all night doesn’t mean you and Jorge and Magnus should plan on doing THAT again. And don’t you need to get some exercise?

Still with affection but rapidly declining trust in your decision-making abilities,

Me