Besame, mime, besame

So on top of all of the other things going on in this city, for the last two nights there has been a mime performing in front of the steps of the Teatro Juarez. All the children gather on the step and giggle uncontrollably at the antics of the mime. The adults gather behind the mime and giggle a little more controllably at the antics of the mime.

I was one of those adults and one of the only gringas around and apparently the mime noticed me because as I ventured off for home he started to walk beside me. He held out his hand, so like a good prop, I put my hand in his. He walked with me for a little bit while the children shouted 'Besale, Besale' (Kiss her). So he pulled me toward him and leaned into to kiss me. I thought, I'll be clever and give him my cheek, which he kissed. Then he turned and asked for a kiss back. So I obliged and he turned his head and our lips met. . . everyone laughed and laughed.

I fell for the oldest trick in the book, and like a tourist, I was kissed by my very first mime (sorry, terrible, terrible reference).