I was walking around Copandero around sundown when Carlos, Pancho's brother in law whom I had played music with last week stopped and said, "You no drink beer?".
I had already had three shots of Tequila so heck yeah I says I drink beer. He motioned me into the car and introduced me to his buddy and they said they were cruising around looking at the girls. We all drank Corona as we trolled through the streets and Carlos asked if I like the Mariachi music that was playing on the stereo. He then put some Alan Jackson (pop country for those who didn't grow up in the Grand Valley) and we bumped us some Alan Jackson as we drank and drove and yelled, "Mamacita!" at what looked to me to be chunky fifteen year olds.
We picked up Albierto who speaks english and drove over to San Augastin. We pulled over on the side of the road and peed in the bushes and Albierto tranlated for us all and we talked about illegally crossing the border with the coyetes, mexican women, and jail.
They dropped me off at the cafe and I was a little wacky. I talked to people as if they might understand my language and told jokes and whoa. What fun. I went home and it rained and rained and rained.