I discovered early on in my travels that Pringles are EVERYWHERE. I’ve never figured out how or why they became such a universal necessity (believe me, after hiking in the High Atlas mountains Pringles are a requirement to recovery) but I have never been anywhere I couldn’t find a stack of Pringles.
But Barbie? I did not expect to find her draped in hand woven huipils in Guatemala.
However there was no sign of Ken.