At her question, he paused. "Ah, that is a good question." He stroked his chin, thinking on this. Sometimes, Diego didn't keep track of time as well as he should have. Events tended to bend and twist in his mind, flip-flopping around until they all looked almost the same. Was New York before Chile, or after Cuba?
"Two years ago, if I remember correctly," he said finally. "It was winter, I do remember that much. They say traffic here is bad, but with the snow, it is criminal." He laughed. "I didn't get behind the wheel of a car once the last time I came here, just for that reason. But really, do you need to here? Everything is so close! I have met many New Yorkers before that don't even own cars because it's so unnecessary."