We all got back to the hotel after a tour of the neighborhood at 5PM and had the meta experience that we were finally living the phrase, "It's five o'clock somewhere..." in the moment. There's a bar a couple doors down from the hotel. We were the only patrons and the staff brought buckets of beers and stood and watched as we put all the tables together and proceeded to get louder and louder. Laughing and singing. We played games, smack talked, and ate chili peppers like we were already having a reunion, but we had not even completed day one. Note: Roberto is holding a water bottle "for his wife". Good boy.
One table... 7 countries...
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