you know what amuses me most about traveling? it’s the little things.
i think i’ve discovered my dream job – translating foreign menus into english for the tourists. with me on the job, then the following would never happen:
i didn’t even know they were separated.
apparently in mexico when you get divorced you have to sit on a pile of warm refried beans and be covered in some chopped up broccoli. this may actually be preferable to the way it happens in the states, where they hand you your ass on a platter. and it’s hella cheaper too – only $100 bones, mexican.
plus, i’m not sure about you, but my “typical” breakfast never had anything remotely to do with chicken.