Last night Kevin, me and the kids went to a Mexican restaurant here in town. Last month I'd been lamenting to our pediatrician (shoutout to Dr. Nunez) that we hadn't really found a good one in Santa Maria, and he said to stay away from the ones on Broadway because they serve "White people Mexican food", but that there were two on Blosser that are authentic and good. We pulled into the dirt parking lot and entered a smallish restaurant filled with people, mostly Mexican, and you could tell a lot of the men had just gotten off work and were hanging out. You should have seen it, people were falling all over themselves to say hi to our kids, it was awesome! The food WAS authentic and very good, and the atmosphere was great--really loud, everyone loved children and when we left, everyone called goodbye, etc. It felt like we were old friends! (Plus there was a big picture hanging on the wall of the restaurant's owner, George W. Bush, and my old boss Abel Maldonado--I figure if this place is good enough for the president, it's good enough for me! Incidentally I shook Bush's hand on that particular visit of his to the Central Coast.)
Any time I'm surrounded by some other culture I'm reminded of God's vastness and beauty. Isn't it amazing how we can all be so different and yet all be created in God's image? There is so much beauty in every culture if only we have eyes to see.