Our powers malfunction greatly on that night: I had unwittingly grown a plant arm that could punch people in the face, Camilo rapidly changes to all of us, Tía Pepa caused plenty of wild weather patterns, and Dolores struggled with her hearing going off. And the craziest thing of them all: it was also the night when I got almost engaged to Dolores’ boyfriend. Not the crazy fish lady sadly although it would have made for a more hilarious tale.

I was not really interested in the guy at all and Dolores was a better love match for him than I would ever be but Abuela tried so hard to get him and me together out of desperation. What is even more bonkers is that it might not be the first time that she tried to do something similar.

(She must have heard tales from Julieta about how she almost got married to Mariano’s father before she decided to go with Agustín instead. Man, Alma has to be probably the WORST matchmaker in all of Colombia.)

She almost had Mamí married his father long before that fateful dinner. Thank goodness she went to Papí instead.