I guess you could say I've always loved different cultures! All of them. There is something to be learned by every one. A different way of looking at things. The flavors of the food, the customs and traditions of the people. There is just so much!
I remember when "The Mexican" and I moved in together. (before marriage, i know....shame shame....whatever) He moved into MY apartment. He didn't say to much about my decor. I had been to New York City the year before and visited China Town, I came back with these huge Chinese fans, a budda statue, and a tiger staute (symbol of my chinese birthyear or something.....) So you could basically say I had some Chinese flair going on in my apartment.
The Mexican and I loved to go out and eat Indian food on the weekends. We had our favorite restaurant and the staff new us by name! You know, come to think of it, we were blowing $$$ like crazy. The Indian restaurant was not cheap and we went all out...... Samosas for an apetizer (they are so yummy, gotta try em if you've never had them, Mango Lassi for me to drink, he usually got an Indian beer, saffron rice (which you had to pay extra for), my favorite Chicken Tikka Masala, his favorite, Shrimp Vindaloo, and an order of Nan or Roti (breads). No wonder they were so nice to us, we were there every weekend like clock work and spending a small fortune.
I eventually decided to learn to cook some of these recipes. I went to an Indian market and bought ingredients I'd never heard of like cardomon, garam masala, etc....
We also frequented the Spanish clubs back in the day. I loved going because I loved to watch the people dance to "cumbia", "bachata", "salsa", "merengue" types of music. I wish The Mexican was a dancer, but no such luck...... I got a DJ instead. He loved Cumbia, Bachata, Salsa, Regeaton, TODO and I was starting to LOVE it too! We always had some sort of musica going in the apartment.
My younger brother was going to college at the time about 2-3 hours away. He would usually come home on the weekends and stay with us.
One day he came home and was excited about a date he had. Merengue (music in spanish) was blaring, I was cooking, he went to his bed room and came out FURIOUS. I was like, "what's wrong???"
He said, "TARA, It looks like we live in China, sounds like we live in Mexico, and smells like we live in India! I've got this date and all my clothes smell like your Indian food!!!!" He was so mad.
Now that I think about it, it is really funny! Maybe he double dosed up on cologne that night. Hahahaha!!
Things have not changed much. I made a post on Facebook one night stating that I just had to sit back and laugh at our household. My husband was on the phone talking to family in Mexico in Spanish. I was cooking Italian. We were listening to Reggae music and my son was wanting to practice oragami.
I wouldn't trade it for the world! I'm glad my mind is open and I'm able to enjoy other cultures because they all have something beautiful to share. I'm glad I live in the U.S.A. and am able to make the decisions I make and not be chastised for listening to certain musics, practicing certain religions and being married to My Mexicano!
Besos to all,
Tarita (my nickname given by El Mexicano)
If u get a chance, check out some of our favorite things and click on the links below to see the different styles of dance:
(i never knew there were so many different styles to dance in a club......and i didn't even put, duranguense, regeaton, merengue, y mas)