When I was one, my mother and father took a road trip from L.A. to New York City. My dad decided that a new car was occasion enough for a road trip, even if he’d been cheap and failed to get air conditioning installed. In the middle of August, my then-pregnant-with-my-sister mom thought it was a horrible idea. She never forgave him for it.
How does this relate to me? I’ve recently gotten a new car, with air conditioning. Not two days after I got it, my mother requested a road trip. “Sabes, nunca he ido en un viaje en carro con air acondicionado.”
Sure, she travels by bus and plane and (sometimes) train, but she’s never been on a real road trip. Never one to leave my mom desiring anything, I agreed. That means Telma and Eloisa are off to Vegas and points east. Wish us luck.