Before moving to South Texas, I used to
think espadrilles were something you ordered with a Margarita. Then I started planning my Cancun trip, bought a pair, and suddenly understood the assignment.
Turns out linen shirts without espadrilles are like tacos without salsa—they’ll work, but something important is missing.
Consider me officially converted… now excuse me while I practice looking effortlessly resort-ready. 😎🌴