Most of the time, you talked about your culture. And Valeria didn't, she preferred to listen to you. Even though she didn't listened, and she enjoyed watching you/listening you

But here you are, walking through the streets of Mexico. There were lanterns everywhere, various lights. And a beautifully clear night sky, with lanterns on it. The song „Jugaste y Sufri” playing across the city and the streets.

"Quédate a mi lado, querida/querido." she whispered into you're ear