It’s Wednesday afternoon in Orange County. Kim is driving, and I’m sitting in the passenger seat—an honor, but a huge mistake. Her driving is fast and furious! I’m holding on for my life as she tries to avoid pedestrians. Karen and Willy are in the back. Thankfully we made it out alive. We arrive at The Broad, a free, local art museum in Downtown LA. We hand our keys to the valet driver and head up the elevator towards the entrance. The art is beautiful and so complex. We stop to take a picture at “Double America 2,” but the curator warns us about being too close to the artwork. We weren’t even that close! For the next two hours, we circle around the museum and enjoy the atmosphere. Once we make it back to the parking lot, we can’t find the valet attendant. We raise our voices, calling out for the man who took our keys. In my family, raising your voice is totally normal because we speak very loudly and are often mistaken for yelling or screaming at each other. After ten confusing minutes, still no one has helped us. We start yelling, “Hello, is anybody here? Where is everyone?!” Finally a random guy helps us and returns with our car. We decide on lunch at “La Ocha,” a really great Thai restaurant. The four of us are eating and talking about chisme hehe. The rush hour was fully underway when we were ready to leave, so we drive to Tom and Toms coffee shop instead. Willy insists on stopping at a liquor store for a beer, and he returns with a 32 oz. bottle of Corona for himself. Loco pero feliz! He drank the whole thing like bottled water. Once Willy finishes his beer in the car, we head inside Tom and Toms. We’re just trying to kill time while we wait for the traffic to end, but we end up talking about our families for hours. Our great grandma used to tell stories from her time in Guatemala when she was growing up, and they were always so interesting. Our favorite story is when an uncle of ours bit the tail of a cow just to see if the cow would notice, and it kicked him right in the face! I hadn’t realized that’s how my uncle lost his front teeth! A few hours of exchanging stories goes by, and Willy decides to grab some beer and tacos. We had just eaten… but I’ll never complain about tacos haha. But did he bring some tacos for us? NOPE. It’s alright though—traffic has died down, and we’re ready to go back home. First thing Willy does when we arrive is turn on Netflix. We watch a few episodes of The Walking Dead. Definitely one of the best shows I have ever seen! 10/10 would recommend. Well, that was my day with some broads and Willy.