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…