I once had a conversation with a Mexican named Rafael. He told me “pizza just isn’t pizza until it’s ruined. Ah yes, the destruction of pizza is so tasty.” I cried.
So? Any around? In Latin America? It’s a question, wey. No seas maricaaaaa
Discussing how I celebrated my 27th birthday at Mexico City.
Celebrating Mexico’s independence day with some Chile en Nogada.
Discussing the perspective held by some other foreigners and some locals about how “we’re just guests here” and shouldn’t give opinions on anything in Mexico or broader Latin America.
It’s a question that the rare Latino once in a blue moon might ask you down here.
Discussing the common issues I find in using the showers in Latin America (outside of the typical issue of how some might shock you but I never had that experience).
Do they ask for an ID to have a drink in Latin America?
Discussing a date I went on with an Argentine woman that spiraled into a lecture on Mayan gods.
You ain’t no tough motherfucker unless you can survive the month of earthquakes in Mexico: September. The cartels ain’t got shit on this, wey!