We were encountering lots of frustrating problems in the factory, and of course it was agreed that in order to find the solution there was only one logical strategy...

we went for tacos.

Mmm... I ate Campechanos de bistek, longaniza y chicharon

Beef, sausage y fried pig-skin! Yum!

The famous El Villamelon, by the Plaza de Toros near my flat- it is where all the bull-fight fans hang-out before and after the fight.

I think that 'El Villamelon' could translate as something like 'the fair weather fan'.

The colour-tech guys explained to me that a Villamelon is someone who only turns up for the big fights, always arrives late (even by Mexican standards), doesn't know where the toilets are, and spends the entire fight chatting to his friends about how things are going at work.