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So I have to admit that the food and fun has finally caught up with me. On Saturday, after my fun night out, I woke up with a horrible stomach ache. I thought my acidophilis was going to save me, but it turns out you can´t escape the wrath of the food of Mexico. It was all worth it though. Friday night was a lot of fun. Memo and a bunch of his friends invited me to the Jardin Real to see some mariachi and do some dancing. When we first arrived, people were singing kareoke. Soon after, however, the mariachi band started. Between the 5 of us there we ordered a bottle of tequila (in Mexico, people don´t order individual drinks but instead buy an entire bottle to share) and enjoyed the botanas (appetizers) that they served. After a few cubitos (drinks with Tequila) I found myself out on the dance floor with Memo dancing banda, cumbia, and more. I clearly stood out being the only gringa there, but it didn´t matter since I really was having a good time. Saturday was pretty much a lazy day until the early evening when I was invited to go play volleyball with friends of the family. Having nothing better to do, I decided to go. Everyone there was incredibly nice yet again - handing me drinks and food right away and inviting me to play on their team despite my lack of athletic ability. I ended up playing 3 consecutive hours of volleyball and was doing quite well by the end. After volleyball, I went with Memo to a fiesta. There had been a baptism and a large, elaborate party had been organized to celebrate. While I didn´t know many people there, it was very interesting to see what a typical party is like here in Mexico. Even more interesting was the Quinceanera (the very important party of a young girl turning 15 years old) that I went to with Memo after the first party. I had heard a lot about quienceaneras but had never gone to one myself. I was shocked to see how elaborate of a party they have. Everyone was extremely well dressed and the entire place beautifually decorated. They had flowers and cake and it reminded me of what an elaborate wedding reception would be like in the United States. The girl turning 15 was wearing a gorgeous dress and was accompanied by many friends who acted as her escorts. It was a shame I wasn´t feeling the best because I´m sure I could have had a lot of fun eating, drinking, and dancing like everyone else there. Sunday was another lazy day until the evening. At 6 I went with Paco and Lesli (friends of Gaby) to the luchas libres. The luchas libres are pretty much the Mexican version of our WWE. All of the luchadores (people who participate in the fighting matches) wear elaborate costumes and interact quite a bit with the crowd. While I wouldn´t be caught dead at a WWE match in the U.S. it was amusing to go to the luchas here. It was a good time if only to make fun of how rehearsed the fighting matches seemed. After the fights, I hung out with Memo and his friends one last time since it was Memo´s last day in Mexico before heading back to Wisconsin to work in the restaurant. It was nice to spend time with him here, and hopefully he knows how much I appreciate him showing me around.