Chicky's expression brightened at the woman's words of approval. What she was saying made sense, too: Abuela had relied on a whole lotta people for help after Abuelo died, and now she was paying it forward. And if the people she helped did the same thing, and then the people they helped and so on, didn't it all bit by bit make the world a better place? If that was xenia, then yeah, Chicky could get behind it.
But the description of the retreat was soon tugging her thoughts in a new direction, to desert landscapes and adobe houses. "Oh wow! I've never been outta the state. What's it like?"