Last night after a plate of mole, which is Oaxacan chocolate-based sauce poured over chicken and rice, I was walking back to my hotel when I heard a bunch of screaming from inside a bar. I walked in and found people watching the Super Bowl, which I thought was already over. So I sat down and pretty soon ended up talking to a table of travelers from Nova Scotia, Switzerland and Oregon. They are staying at a hostel down the street, and we ended up there last night eating flan and drinking mescal. I went to bed pretty early because of class today, but took some shots before I went home.