Adios, Monterrey.
The first thing we notice is the smell; rotten eggs, but stronger. Meat? A rotten, meat-filled omelet?
This is why I’m vegan.
We’re walking down a side street having just arrived in Monterrey, a city in northern Mexico just two hours south of the Texas border. We’re dragging our large suitcases behind us because our Airbnb isn’t ready yet and despite trav…