Most of my friends and family were shocked that I didn’t party, or drink more than I actually did on this trip. This was the second to last night in Mexico, and honestly, that was the most I drank the whole time there. The trip was important to me. It was more than just a good time. It was a time to soul search, find answers, and healing. I’ve been hurt enough and experienced enough to know the answers I needed were not going to be found in a bottle. Yet, your girl does love her some Mexican beer. What better place to have some of my all time favorite beers?





