When in Mexico, order from a menu you can’t read
Day 1: Off to Mexico City! 4.30am isn’t pretty, regardless of the reason why you’re meeting it. Except perhaps if it’s still being up from the night before. In which case it’s probably a precursor to a splitting headache at some point in the forseeable future. Dad picked me up at 6am to catch the …
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