Back in Guadalajara after a mishap stricken bus journey home in which Jorge lost his wallet, I lost my purse, the bus broke down, and we finally tumbled into bed at 4am, dreading the 7am alarm for work. Nevertheless today is Jorge's 20th so the celebrations aren't over yet. We celebrate with a steak dinner and ice cream cake and a trip to the VIP cinema which for just £6 a ticket you can recline in first class style chairs and be served pop corn, coffee, cakes, crepes and whatever else you could wish for at the click of a button. It's pretty cool, the only thing they can't do for you is go to the loo. Unfortunately the movie itself was awful, we watched American Hustle, which, with a star studded cast, promised to be entertaining, instead we left before the end.