On the Yucatan peninsula, in a city few people outside of Mexico ever heard of …I ate Christmas Eve dinner with an 80 year old from Hong Kong, a 60 year old divorced hippie, a 24 year old journalism student from korea, a poor but hardworking mexican bachelor, and a well to do family from mexico city. With turkey on our plates, English in our speech, and the sound of raindrops in our ears, these people from all over the world who hadnĀ“t known each other for more than a total of 24 hours were all sitting down together on one of the most spiritual nights of the year. Not an ill word was spoken, but rather it was a joyous occasion - a celebration of equality, of hope, of acceptance, of love. Fate had brought all us vagabonds together on a day typically spent with close family and friends. While I had little to say, a feeling of contentment consumed my soul. (more…)