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Since moving to Germany, I have never spent New Year’s Eve in Germany. My first year I partied in Prague, the second year I found myself in Kyiv, the third year was spent sleeping, preparing for an early morning flight, and last year I was in Guadalajara. Three of the four were memorable for all […] Although none of us are serious Tequila drinkers, Jay, Murph, and I decided to take a tour out into the countryside to the center of Tequila, Tequila. Yes, Tequila is not just a drink, it’s a town, and we hopped onboard a bus for a 250 peso (about US$25) Tequila tour showing us how tequila […] I’ve decided it is time to give fair warning: If I’m booked on your flight, you should probably book away. In the past year, I’ve had my unfair share of travel problems. Last night my flight from Detroit to Frankfurt pushed back on time, rolled down the taxiway to the runway, turned onto the runway […] Despite the extremely long discussion of gay life in Guadalajara, Jay, Murph, and I did do more than look at all the hot men, drink beer, and dance all night. We wandered around the city looking at what was within easy walking distance of the hotel, which consisted of a large number of public plazas […] I think I made reservations for a hotel in Mexico for New Year’s Eve, but I’m not certain. I called, gave my name, and that was it. There was no credit card requested, no mentioning of the rate, no nothing. It’s even more loose than Armenia—and now that I’ve drunk two glasses of wine, I […] |
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