On our way to Mazatlán!
T-minus four hours until Ian and I take on the land of endless tamales and tequila and I just CANNOT WAIT to put my 18 words of Spanish to use (cue me proudly asking cuanto cuesta in every market and then handing over the equivalent of ten dollars for two churros in a panic as I realize I have no idea what this nice lady is telling me).
Likewise, I’m so pumped not to be spending the next 19 hours on a plane, as is normally the cost of reaching tropical climes. I swear it’s faster to get to Mazatlán than to drive across town during rush hour in LA. Vamonos!