In Spain, when you get a call from a friend who wants to spend a day together, you might:
oh, maybe visit a castle,
or watch giant, paper mache puppets march through narrow, cobblestone streets
or possibly drive up to France and buy some chocolates and lay on the beach.
In L.A., when a friend calls you to hang out, he may just take you downtown to the Red Bull soapbox derby:
I wonder . . .
when friends in Mexico call us up to spend the day together, where will we go?