So although I did myself a nice lil vaca in CA, I have to say - it really wasn't all fun and games. A main portion of my trip was to help my very sweet mother move from CA to NM to be with my sister and brother in law. Well for some weird reason I thought that the 10 hour drive I have done on more than 2 occasions was going to be easy per usual ... Well let me just say, I was painfully wrong.

As most people know- taking a large trip like this requires specific time decisions and schedules, which I had planned from the beginning. Well what I failed to schedule was that I was travelling with my 5'0" petite Latin mother which in her head, was on her own schedule. I knew this trip would be emotional for her but I had no idea the level of drama it would get to. This is how we ran:
8am: on public transportation to get our van rental
9am: spend 30 minutes arguing about the schedule and how we needed to load the car
10 am: finally convince mom to start loading the car
11 am: still loading the car and argue over the fact that her NOTHING else fits ... With 3 boxes left to cram in
12 pm: after a argument which left my mother in tears (about her 7 year old water cooler not fitting in a shoe box space in the van) we were finally on the road.
As we were driving I looked over at my mom to see the tears fall from eyes. She has been in California for the past 32 years, longer than she had even been in Honduras. I thought how difficult it must be for her to leave her home, friends and BF- but all in all, this was the decision she had made and moving with my sister and her husband was a something that she originally thought of. So here the journey began.
Driving through valleys, deserts and suburbs we finally descended on what I like to call 'windmill valley' a little past coachella and palm springs- this area is what I always consider my goodbye from CA, miles of wind mills which spin for hours supplying CA with the energy it needs to run every single last air conditioner out there. Ahhhh ..... Arizona here we come.
Coming in it always the same for 1-2 hours .... Coral tone dessert with a beautiful rock display which Arizona is well know for. Then 10 minutes later its a freakin sand storm ... One that seriously doesn't even let you see the car next to you. But its all part of the desert mystique

When reaching Phoenix are smooth drive finally came to a slow very slow pause. Rush hour traffic was a pain, but an even larger pain in the heat. By this time I had to switch off the AC because it was cutting into the gas and seriously starting to give me a head cold. Agghhh ... Lunch time had come and gone- the tostadas and ensalada my mom had made for the road were not holding over anymore. Food was necessary and by chance so was Gas. Time to get off the road and head to Jack in the crack.
Ahhhh the joy of fast food on the road. Nothing like a big greasy burger to fill in your thighs. It had been so long since I even ate solid food because of my braces that I swear this shitty burger was a Lobster Bisque ... Ummmm Lobster. Any who, back on the road. 2 hours in traffic and 5 hours later we finally make it to my sisters place which is about 20 minutes outside of Texas. At 1 am in the morning .... I have never been so happy to seriously go to sleep.