What The Hell Is Raicilla?

The purfect start to a sailing adventure

Photo courtesy of Sal

Sal, Amber, and I poured our sweaty selves from the sticky seats of the airport Uber smack dab into the swirling center of Mexico’s hipster party-goers.

“Is it always like this?” Sal questioned with a grin.

“Yep!” Amber replied, grabbing my hand, her hips swaying to the music.