My welcome committee of curdled milk and trigger-happy bees could have been chosen more carefully, but México redeemed itself with stunning beaches, playful sea lions, and fish tacos. So. Many. Fish. Tacos.
While I reach personal bests and whole new levels of low, Arizona brings giant grasshoppers and California brings giant snakes.
Hiking the cliffs of Zion and taking detours around the Grand Canyon burns a lot of calories, so offering me a go at a breakfast buffet is a rookie mistake. Meanwhile, Arizona has prepared a welcome of rain, wind, and frost.
Replacing my sole piece of cutlery: 3.95 dollars. Eating dessert for dinner: 8 dollars. Getting caught in the fiercest storm of my life: Bryceless.