Jan
24
Mexican Hospitality
ByOn the way to Cabo Wabo last night, I stopped and grabbed the ear of a resort manager.
My reputation as a strange beer hunter is making the rounds. Our conversation went like this:
“Hi, I’m trying to find some unique Mexican beer. . .”
“Ah, you are Mr. Murphy? Miguel told me about you.”
He called a store that has some hard to find Mexican beer, but they had already closed for the evening.
“Don’t worry Mr. Murphy, I will buy you some beer and deliver it to your room tomorrow. How many bottles?”
I officially love Mexico.
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