Mexico is always in my heart and mind, wherever I go! There are things that I see that make me want to be home and there are situations I see that make me compare them to what I see at home in San Miguel.
Tonight, imagine my surprise, when I went to a birthday party, in the not so large town of Martinsburg, West Va. An Italian restaurant. The meal was good. The service was excellent. There were 14 of us and it all went off without a hitch.
After the gift giving had ended and the framed Mexican bark painting that we had given to the birthday girl was sitting on the table, the surprise happened. The waiter asked where the gift had come from.
He then walked over to me and said that his dad, the owner of the restaurant, was from Celaya. He, the son, was so thrilled to meet someone from near his family's home. So, as we left, I met the owner. He and his wife, who is Italian from Tuscany, have been in the USA for 30 years. But, he said, home is Mexico! We smiled at each other knowingly.
We chatted for quite a while and I felt my heart swelling with our connection and the fact that he was so happy to talk with me. I totally understood.
Even though he has been in the USA for so long, his gentility and manners were still intact. The conversation ended with him wishing me safe travels.