After a long and tiring flight due to delays at Mexico City Airport, the sunny landscape of Guadalajara finally unfurls itself. Sitting on the roof of my current abode with the sun shyly peeking down at my white skin, I feel pretty blissful. My first day proved fairly successful, I seem to be getting around okay with my somewhat embarrassing Spanglish and provided I don't accidentally hand over 400 pesos (about £20) again for a bottle of water, I should easily come to terms with the currency adjustment. Too tired to do much exploring I collapsed into bed my first night, but Saturday I decided to venture out. The streets of Guadalajara come alive at night with a few market stalls selling food and clothes, and at intervals along the paseo dance offs are staged consisting of a boom box, a few shirtless 20 somethings and an enthusiastic crowd. Through all the hubbub we make our way to one of the bustling bars and order a couple of margaritas and some nachos with a fiery chilli salsa and soak up the Mexican culture. It's bliss.