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.