Hasta la vista, Tejas

I intend to make these posts short and sweet.

Day 1- Salsa busted in my suitcase. Perfect. I’m also extremely jet-lagged.

Some random man commented on my “bootiful” eyes, which made up for the explosion of salsa.

But I DID get to see a protest right outside of my hotel. Epic.

I ate a Spanish “tortilla” (omelet) for dinner. But, I’m American, so I got hungry later in the night. McDonald’s chicken nuggets satisfied my craving… don’t judge. Here was an alley we walked down.