Every time you drink at a pub here, you’re pretty much guaranteed to be approached by someone trying to sell you something. Sunglasses, lighters, lottery tickets, cigarettes…. The list goes on and on. There are a ton of kids running around wayyyyyy past their bedtime trying to sell little packs of gum (for those of you have been to Mexico, I guess its similar to the kids selling chiclets). Little did I know, apparently whenever these kids come around, you basically adopt them for the evening… Both of these kids hung out with us for hours. Cute little boy? He likes to play the game of poking you under the table with a stick and putting sunglasses on upside down. Cute little girl? She likes to play games that she always wins, and apparently has no problem whatsoever with groping mine and Jen’s boobies, trying to make out with Ben, and sitting on strangers laps. The question has to be asked, but where in the hell are these kids parents?