Nothing could have ruined our trip, I realize now. One city and then another, winding roads, bridges, freeways, laughter in the car at times, frustration at others. My nephew still remembers to the this day the moment I turned around and told him to be quiet before he burst into tears because he was trying to tell me he needed to use the restroom. Memories like that don’t just fade away, you see. They stick with you. They have a way of making you giggle out loud when you relive them. And then they make you appreciate the road you’ve traveled. Or as the saying goes, lo bailado ya nadie nos lo quita.
Happy memories indeed!
