Share:TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrGoogle+StumbleUponemail The first time I ever left the country was to go on spring break to Cozumel, Mexico during my junior year in college. I went with a group of about eight girls and shockingly, our intention was actually NOT…
Share:TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrGoogle+StumbleUponemail When my brother was three, he was convinced, for no known logical reason, that his religion was Mexican. Over time, we were able to convince him that not only are our roots nowhere near Mexico, but that in…