My last night in Mexico City was precious. It was Victoria´s one year birthday, so the aunts, uncles and cousins came over to celebrate. We ate, drank tequila (of course) and most awesome of all, serenaded little Victoria with traditional Mexican songs and a little bit of American classics. One of the cousins played the guittar and everyone sang. Victoria ate it up and enjoyed being the center of attention. It was also sweet to see how her grandpa interacted with her. My impression of him is as a man of few words but you don´t need words to know when someone cares deeply about someone else. You could tell she was his world. He was tender, patient and adoring with her.


A few tequilla shots later we were off to a fiesta, a birthday party for one of Leslie´s friends. What an experience! When we first arrived at midnight (a few hours late) there were a few clowns entertaining the audience. A computer and youtube videos served as the musical entertainment and we listened to a mix of Mexican banda and U.S. pop songs. I was so tired by the time we left, I think it was 3 or 4 in the morning, but I lost track of time so I am not sure about that.