First night in Merida

After arriving in Merida at midnight on a Saturday night, Meiler, a Venezuelan our age who had been on the bus with us with his girlfriend, asked Justin and I where we were going to stay. We didn´t have any reservations, so he invited us to go to a hotel with two Spaniards he met on the buss, where they had a reservation. WHen we all arrived in two taxis the reserved room had been given away, so all six of us crammed into one taxi and scoured the city for a place to stay. Still holiday season, Venezuelans take about a month off, there were no posadas or hotels with vacant rooms. Eventually, the taxi driver dropped us all off in front of a 24 hour cafe, where we sat outside all night and talked in Spanish and drank coffee. The nights in Venezuelan cities are never quiet, people party in clubs until four am, and then they go to after parties until dawn, so we were never completely alone in the night. About 8am we looked around for rooms again, wanting a shower and a nap really bad, we were informed that the rooms would be ready and clean after 11am or 1pm. We found a really nice posada eventually, which was located close to the language school I am now attending.