OK, so the plan was to get some dinner at this Italian restaurant I’ve meaning to check out, wander back to the hostel, have a beer, do a little laundry, maybe catch up on some e-mail and get some rest before my flight to Madrid. The plan was NOT to become a DJ at a great little bar with an impressive rockabilly playlist in Guadalajara on Saturday night. But plans change. I am very tired and a little drunk ( or maybe a little tired and very drunk) so I will leave the rest till later, but suffice it to say, I have wrung every last bit out of Guadalajara and it has wrung every last bit out of me. Also, I have no more pesos (Note to self: Get more pesos).