I also got to spend 1 hour practicing my poor spanish. One of the local university students, some guy named Noland Aleman (he showed me his I.d.) attempted to hit on me. The kid was just 23. I told him I was old enough to be his mother. He was friends with the bartender. I know the kid had 5 free drinks, so he probably couldn't see how old I was. We talked for an hour - I learned he had a crush on a German girl, that he wants to travel to Europe, that he had to wait until 9 pm to go back home to his pueblo because the rates are lower in the evening etc... My Spanish is poor but I am a good drunk talker.
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