Valentine's day started on the rough side this year.
Some street food we ate the night before wanted out.
5 AM hit and my stomach said fuck you.
The whole situation ended up funny.
I couldn't look at or talk about greasy empanadas for the rest of the trip.
They were the only things that hit me those four weeks and he got through with no scratches at all.
In the afternoon I even made it out to the beach and the night ended with food I could actually think about eating.
Lessons learned:
1. I can't handle street food.
2. Letting it out is always better.
