Flying over Manhattan Island, turning somersaults in midair. Gliding low to race the sailboats, spreading skirts for sails. Rosalba and her grandmother, her abuela, are taking an extrordinary trip - on Rosalba's imagination. "Tantos pájaros. So many birds." Rosalba says to herself, feeding the birds in the park with Abuela. "What if they picked me up and carried me high above the park? What if I could fly?" And fly she does, calling Abuela up to...

While riding on a bus with her grandmother, a little girl imagines that they are carried up into the sky and fly over the sights of New York City.