Brian and I like to take walks on Sunday afternoons. Sometimes we smell families having a "bar-b-Que" in their backyard and it smells more like their burning leaves or twigs. But today, ahhh....we passed a home just a few houses down from us and the smell coming from their yard was wonderful! As we passed, I noticed they were Latin. I said to Brian, "I didn't know we had Latin neighbors! They sure know how to cook." Brian asked, "Do you want to go say hi?" I was skeptical at first, but then a breeze blew that wonderful smell of Latin Bar-b-Que past our noses. Why not?
So here we are. Brian and me with our two children, strolling up to our Latin neighbors home, having never met them before, and wanting to make friends and introduce ourselves on a Sunday afternoon....when they are having a family Bar-b-Que. This situation might deter some people, but those people have never had authentic carne asada. And they probably don't understand how kind and open Latin people are. The phrase " Mi casa es su casa" (my house is your house), is a reality and a real part of Latin culture.
Before we knew it, they were more or less pushing plates of food on us and asking us to sit with them. Never mind that they were drinking beer and smoking! The food was delicious and mouthwatering! I learned how to makes a really yummy authentic pico de gallo from the lady of the house named Graciela. It all makes me laugh just thinking about it.
They were easy to talk to, fun and welcoming. We had some laughs, and I understood most of the Spanish conversation. Jackson mingled with their kids and looked at the horses. In the end, we invited them over to our place next month for another BBQ. They kept saying, "we have a big family!" We can handle it! Brian loves to grill.
What a great Sunday afternoon!
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