June 2, 2007. So, from Paso Robles, we continued driving all the way to Santa Monica in Southern California where Auntie Lydia’s daughter (which makes her my third cousin) lives. It was quite embarrassing. There we were, crashing her and her husband’s apartment with tons of luggages, and we (except for my mom) have never met her before.
We had dinner at this Greek restaurant at the Promenade along 3rd Street. While waiting for our orders, I went to this Apple store right across the restaurant and drooled at the Macs. Now, I really had plans of asking my parents to buy me my own laptop, but I didn’t quite realize that I was to have one of those things by the next day.