So your mother is a chicha-swilling, altimeter-toting, coca-leaf chewing
adventuretraveler. You've never understood her and you're not about to
start now. While other "normal" mom's are getting their nails and hair
done, scheduling their massages, and having luncheons of delicate baby
greens smothered in goat cheese and balsamic vinegar, your mom is
scheduling her next expedition to a remote valley, somewhere far away
(guaranteed not to be a Mexican resort) where they eat things you prefer
to pet,
