Musicians, mezcal and bowling?

The strangest things happen when you follow your instincts...
It was Saturday evening, we were tired but not too tired. So we head down into town for an ice cream. We wander for a bit, seeing several competing musical groups with crowds preparing to wander the town. We had heard of this particular sponteneous party, specific to Zacatecas. We don't find any ice cream that we want, so we decide to walk along with one of the musical processions. We think, "we'll just go for a few rounds then head home"... The party who is hosting the procession hands out small ceramic shot glasses on a ribbon that we wear around our necks, young teenaged boys come by and fill your glass with mezcal and off we go. The traveling party goes from plaza to plaza, stopping to play 3 to 5 tunes while the crowds dance and drink. There is a whole mix of people, young and old, families, couples and singles. Grandmas dancing with their grandkids and smiles everywhere. The teenagers pour the drinks and sneak one or two while Dad isn't looking.
We reach a central plaza and the musicians play for an hour or more. We get talking to a father and son standing next to us, Arturo and Martin, who tell us they are from Zacatecas and come to these processions every Saturday. When the music stops, they tell us that everyone is is heading up to the Hotel Parador for some food and ask us if we want to tag along!
Sure!
Preparing to walk, they lead us to their car and off we go up the hill. During the ride we find out that Arturo is an accomplished tenor and he gives us one of his CD's! We get to the hotel and it turns out that the big dinner in the main dining room is for the regional competition for bowling leagues! Little did we know that both Martin and Arturo are accomplished bowlers and their leagues are at the top of the list! We thank them profusely and they refuse any payment for dinner.
The kindness here is immeasurable. They even give us a ride to our camp spot, it's 2am, and we didn't even get the ice cream we had started out for...
We didn't miss the ice cream one bit.