I am half Mexican. Did you know that? Well, I think I should be and some of my friends tease me that I am. I love their culture and their food. I could eat it every day. I love how they dance. That's where the other half of Mexican isn't. My hips don't move. I've tried and tried but they are gringo! jajaja Oh, and the fact that I don't exactly speak Spanish is kind of a problem too.
I have made some of the best friends I have ever had in my life. I love my Latin friends and they love me. They are from Mexico, Chile, Peru, Argentina, Panama and the Honduras. We have a mutual respect for each other. We've shared our lives with each other. We've shared very personal things. We have fun together. A lot of fun!
D and I went to a dance with them last night with the theme of "Cruise to the Mexican Riviera". I ran to Savers to find a blouse to wear and then off to Banana Republic for tall gray slacks. I painted my nails, scrubbed my rings, lotioned my hands, applied make up to perfection and put on my heels. Then we were off to our hot date. I loved bouncing around from one friend to another, genuinely excited to see each other. We danced and ate and laughed. D and I had our picture taken together and then after awhile we got a group picture. It was supposed to be a smaller group picture, but there I was, fighting back the tears amongst my "Spanish speaking" friends. I was one of them. I couldn't have been happier.
D and I talked about our evening after we got home. We both agreed that we are so blessed to have made such good friends. They make me so happy. I love them.