Where you go, I will go; where you live, I will live. Your people will be my people for your God is my God.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

You know you are in Mexico when….

….around the dinner hour you hear a knock on the door.  The neighbor.  Instead of asking for a cup of sugar or an egg as one might expect, she asks,

“By any chance, do you happen to have a chili you could give me?!” 

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