Contrary to popular culture, American tv and thousands of Mexicans cruising up and down Federal, Cinco de Mayo is not actually Mexico's national day. That honor belongs to September 16th and last Friday night found us celebrating at the Mexican Embassy (technically the third country I've been in in Africa, if you count an illegal little jaunt into Tanzania up in the Mara).
The party was pretty espactular, they probably got two hundred people out ranging from ambassadors to nuns to military attache's to my personal favorite, Kenyans in Sombreros handing out Coronas. After some hors' devours, the Mexican ambassador gave a flag waving (literally) speech interrupted by copious "Viva"s then opened a fantastic buffet featuring probably the best chicken mole I've ever had (no fajitas, burritos or sour cream as apparently those are American inventions). Of course, the real highlight was the open bar with Coronas, Margaritas and Caballitos (shots) de Tequila. Lots of Caballitos. Somewhere in the next four hours, after hobnobing with diplomats, hablaing en espanol, the ambassador falling asleep and us running around in sombreros, we realized pretty much everyone else had left (probably a good thing given the Caballitos), hopped in a cab, butchered a version of Closing Time and called it a night.
Next stop Saudia Arabia Day on the 23rd (I believe their national drink is intolerance. Was that intolerant of me to say?)
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