This evening, J.J. and I had dinner at El Balcon De Las Americas, a Columbian restaurant in Boca Raton, Florida.
Mario, (left) is Norman's good friend who was visiting from Littleton, Colorado. Single, tall (6'2") and handsome and also well-mannered, Mario shared with us stories related to his love of outdoors and extreme sports.
The main conversation, of course, centered around food, I had sampling platter while J.J. enjoyed a seafood casserole.
Norman is explaining to us about Arepa which is maize meal (tortilla). The Columbian version is much thicker and taste neutral.
Living in an RV home, I practice yoga wherever and whenever I can. This morning, we did five loads of laundry. While waiting for washer and dryer cycles, I had a lots of time to practice my yoga and meditation.
We drove on I-1, an old road that runs along the coastline. We observed noticeable changes in economic diversity of the communities we passed from Fort St Lucie to Jensen Beach, Jupiter then through North Palm Beach, West Palm Beach, Boynton Beach, Boca Raton to our destination, Fort Lauderdale.
Bike lane and pedestrian lanes along I-1.
"Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry but by demonstrating that all people cry, laugh, eat, worry and die it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.
Aloha -- Cathi