Guadalajara, Guadalajaraaaaaaaaaaa

There's a mariachi song about Guadalajara that we always used to hear but the only words we knew were "Guadalajara, Guadalajaraaaaaaaaaa". Somehow never got around to learning the rest of it.








It was like coming home again. It's been two years since I left Guadalajara, and despite a few cosmetic changes it's pretty much the same. I hung out with my friend Julian who is doing some research there (he was on exchange with me too) and we went around to the touristy shit and reminisced (gossiped) about the good old days.

A trip to San Juan de Dios (Latin America's largest indoor marketplace) and many a michelada later made my return to Guadalajara a good one.

Some things I had forgotten about Mexico that I quickly remembered:
-Guys give up their seats to let you sit down
-Nothing is ever on time
-People make out in public everywhere (excessively)