This Is Why I Travel -- Despite Sometimes Ending Up Lost in a Sex Shop
I found myself running through the stone streets of Santiago, faltering at every 800-peso deep-fried cheese-jammed empanada stand, hair frizzing from the sweat bursting through previously uncharted scalp pores, and cursing the heels my friend had insisted I buy because "no one wears flip-flops in the winter here; you look like a tourist."
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