I thought that eating Burger King for the first time in years would make me feel better. As I write this, I'm trying to be as still as possible so that I can digest it instead of throwing it back up. I wish I could fly home, have dinner and come back. Or not come back. Either way. I really needed some familiar tasting food, because I haven't been eating a lot due to the food that I've come across doesn't taste good. The 13 hour plane ride would be well worth it.
Notes:
* Personal space is not a thing here
* If anyone's wondering, most of the music I've heard is by artists from the US and it's in English, or it's tango music.
* This guy at the hostel keeps playing moment for life every few hours
* Camera died after I took that last pic
Not inspired to write at the moment,
TB
p.s. Don't be spoiled by these frequent updates, they'll probably slow down once school starts.
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