hello.hello.hola.

We were out for lunch in our neighborhood this week with Jim and Ginny (Joshua's parents);  as we drank our coffees, we watched the city go by - moms holding their children's hands on the way home from school, men on basketed bicycles delivering groceries to mexican housewives, a woman with a box in her arms - selling gum and cigarettes to passers by, a man and his cello pausing in front of the restaurant - exchanging his music for the diner's tips.

This made me think about how much eating is done outdoors in Mexico City.  It makes sense, really -  Mexico City has beautiful weather all year round,  who wouldn't want to eat outside as often as possible?  As if the weather perk wasn't enough,  it's almost guaranteed that if we choose a table on the sidewalk, we'll run into someone we know and get a little chat out of it.  (we live a good life, I tell you; God is good to us!)