Ah, she's brilliant. Miss, I finally got plans out the group chat. We get it. Four votes for a festival,

three for a city break. It's hard to adhere to everyone's needs. There's Betty with her oversized tent.

Sarah and her six foot eight boyfriend.

All right.

Roger Junior and his dog, Roger Senior.

And don't get us started on Mel.

But, like a marriage counselor, she's the one keeping things together.

All aboard Miss I finally got plans out the group chat.

Keep everyone's plans alive when you travel with us.

P and Dau Ferries, there is another way. The And the I was just 19 when I first moved to the United States. My father died when I was still a baby and my mom passed away from cancer just a few days before my 18th birthday.

I stayed with my sister for a while who was married with kids by that time, but it wasn't long before I started dreaming of a life away from Guatemala.

I started my application not long after and pulled a few strings with an old friend of my

father's to land a sponsor and a job up in Texas. Then about 18 months later I arrived in the city of Laredo.

The US was new and big and exciting and although the work was hard and my pay wasn't great, I was happy.

My Abuela always used to say, Alfolta de Pan, Tortilla.

When you don't have bread, you make do with tortillas, and that's exactly what I was doing.

So I worked my crappy job and slept in a crappy shared apartment, having faith that things would

improve over time. They did, but as per a favored saying of mine,

it's always darkest before the dawn. And just when it seemed like things were going

okay, there was a fire at the apartment building that I was staying in.

We woke up to someone pounding on our door and when we all ran outside, one half of the building was engulfed in flames.

I think some people actually died that night. It was

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