- And I was like, holy guacamole it’s cold in this place! How does anyone even live here, it’s outrageous! 

 

My shoes were all wet from something that looked like frozen margaritas, except it was everywhere, and I definitely wasn’t wearing my good coat.

I panicked.       

 

My tan wasn’t going to last a week in this place.

Dios mio! Take me home. 

 

The first days was a disaster. Nobody would sit next to me on the bus, I don’t understand why? Did I smell bad? Honestly, I usually smell pretty good.

 

I was was trying to strike up a conversation with people on the street, but they all just looked at me funny.

 

So, anyway.. One day whilst shopping for tortillas. Boom! There, as shocking as Tequila in a French Bistro,

stood the person of my life. 

I had about as much chance of survival as a piñata in a pre-school. 

It was amor! I was never going home.

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