It was pure euphoria — losing your group of friends in the crowd, putting up with shitty weather and the ever-present mud, dancing with people who were blasted out of their minds, indulging in overpriced food, and submitting yourself to using port-a-potties.
And I was absolutely correct. The rest of the trip was a the perfect spring escape for me — it had unforgettable times with friends, delectable food, fruity frozen drinks at cute bars, a slight allergic reaction to who knows what that caused my eyes to get a little swollen, me slouching in front of millennial art at SFMoMA, a life-changing moment, and puppies!
Valeria en el mundo 