when my hispanic wife and I were just boy and girlfriend, in the early aughts, we went on a 3 week grand tour thanks to her dad financing two tickets to Europe for graduating college.
 
	Anyways way too much detail. 
 
	We started in London and left from Frankfurt with many stops in between. Anyways, we made it to Nuremberg, saw the courtroom where the trial was held (surreal af), and we'd visited dachau and auschwitz on the trip and it was all a bit heavy. 
 
	Then we see a Mexican restaurant right in the middle of Nuremberg with a sign advertising margarita specials. Goddamn did we need a margarita, some enchiladas. The margaritas were fucking terrible so we had like a dozen because we fucking needed them. We were 22. Everything was terrible. But we were 22 and ate all of it.
 
	Anyways, I had a great feeling i was going to get laid that night but we got back to the hotel, my wife bought a snickers and threw that up and passed out
 
	Fin.
 
	F Nuremberg