Our trip so far consisted of the “central market,” with a white honda civic parked in front, pupusas as our first meal, and Salvadorian oldies. Everything was going according to plan. Arrive to LA, eat at Central Market, and take the scenic road trip to Vegas.
Four and half hours and many tumbleweeds later, we stopped on the side of the road. My mom admitted to us that she never imagined herself “here.”
Our first night was unforgettable, and maybe one of those experiences you only have once for your mom. Certainly, every part of our trip had a lot of giggles.
Our vacation was a week long glimpse of what mom will be like in ten years. It’ll be us offering her snow cones to save her from the red sweater or her having it her way at Denny’s. (I just wanted that three dollar hot dog and beer or those breakfast tacos on that photo.)
I also came across an interesting fact. One night, Caro and I were convinced mom drinks coffee at night to go to sleep. We were laughing and teasing her about it. She finally confirms that that is not true. Fast forward to three days. We had a late night ahead of us, we didn’t eat dinner till about almost nine, and we were exhausted, so we tell mom to drink some coffee. All of a sudden, in the span of three days, coffee makes her sleepy.
In the end, we learned we’ll have to carry around an extra cotton shirt.
I will forever indulge her fine taste in food, eating plates of salmon by the beach, and homemade Salvadorian food.