i brought it up as a joke.
“hey, can i go to spain?” i asked.
my father said years ago he wanted to take the family to europe for my parents’ twenty-fifth anniversary, which is next summer. so my mom said, “what if we all went? that could be our trip to europe. we could stay after a little and travel.”
i didn’t take her seriously. the entire point was to gauge her reaction to me going on a mission trip this summer, and honduras was at the forefront of my mind.
besides, it was spain. & i would’ve done almost anything to get back to europe again, but not to spain. i mean, really? why would i want to go there?