Old Purse --> Mexico

I have had an old purse for years. I threw it around school, my house, another school, my car, and thousands of other places. I have other purses, but none of them are quite the same. My old purse is black, broken in, well-travelled, and an extension of my arm. I love it and I hate it.

My old purse and I are headed to Mexico in a few days. Should be a good time.