I take a couple of steps into the back room where the mural is and my eyes immediately go to the back corner. It's dark, but not dark enough to save my eyes from fully catching an older woman and her man ... how do I put this? Well ... he was ... going to town. Yes, that town.
It's 8:30 a.m. and you have a buffet of pan dulce, fruit, coffee, juice, hot chocolate made with Chocolate Abuelita and even papas locas at your disposal. I'm literally salivating just remembering this. Then, it's 9 a.m. and you're in a comfy ass bus with ... just wait ... an OPEN BAR.