Living La Vida Loca!

The flights were long, the layovers even longer.



There were a lot of important papers that wouldn't be good to lose.



I saw a man riding a horsie.



I know it's not France but...



I own this street (check the name!). Don't worry, despite what it looks like my bro's not peeing on the wall.



And one more cafe con leche to get jittered.



The best anecdote so far goes to the woman beside me on the plane who kept on "mmmm-ing" the meal. "This is so good, I mean really, delicious." I'm not even exaggerating when I tell you that she said this over 10 times --and stopped a flight attendant to serve a compliment re: the amazing food. You know, the same food that ACTUALLY made me throw up in my mouth a little.