It was during my first two week stay in Ciudad Juarez as I wanted to get better acquainted with Mexican culture and also get a break from America before I was supposed to start working on a film score with another composer. And the event I'm going to talk about took place on a Wednesday. As you may remember, the hostel I regularly stayed at relocated to a commercial district east of downtown a year ago. At the time, it was right across the street from Asenzo Cafe Bar. So that evening on Wednesday, I met up with a few people I met earlier through Nicia, the owner of the hostel. And then I saw this group of three girls going inside. So I went inside and asked if I could sit with them, and they said yes. Two of them weren't Ciudad Juarez natives. The fatter one was from Costa Rica while one of the hot ones was from El Paso but went to school in Boston. Anyways, the conversations flowed naturally, and they were much easier to get along with. Meanwhile, as I was trying to take some photos of me with the mamasitas, one of the girls asks someone at another table (co-ed group) to take photos. There were many attempts, but most of them failed; however I have two photos shown below. As the girls left, I got one of their numbers. And then I tried chatting up the co-ed group. But then a young male bartender came up to me, said something to me in Spanish, and took me outside; however, some things he said I didn't understand since my Spanish level at the time wasn't near where it is now. So I went back inside. And a few seconds later, there were two big security guards. One of them said to me "Two tables said you were being annoying. You need to leave. He will show you the door. Thanks for coming". Boy did that deflate my ego. Later, Nicia suggested to me that it would've been because people from the east part of Ciudad Juarez tend to be closed off whereas those from the western part are more open to meeting new people. Eventually, as I checked out the interior of Mexico, I realized that I was thrown out of Asenzo Cafe Bar probably because Juarez is heavily influenced from the US, and then I found out there are plenty of folks from El Paso who cross the border to go to Asenzo. So my guess is that the people I tried chatting up the moment I was thrown out were likely El Pasoans, and one of them reported me to the young male bartender. Also, El Pasoans tend to be closed off because it's still the US of Gay.
Anyways, here are the photos. From left to right: the El Paso chick, a hottie who may be from Juarez, me, the fat Costa Rican girl
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