For most of my life, I was convinced I didn’t like escargot. Not because I had tried it and hated it. Not because I had a bad experience. I just… decided. Snails felt like one of those things that belonged to other people. People who were more adventurous, who ordered confidently without asking 1 million questions, you know... people who knew what they were doing. So I skipped over it. Every time. Without even really thinking about it. Until our most recent trip to Mexico

I’m the girl who randomly cries on trips… not because anything is wrong, but because I can’t believe I’m actually there. The little girl who dreamed of these moments is in actual shock that it's happening and the emotions come fast.