I know that the climate around us has 1 million things we could say about it; but I just don’t feel like it anymore, so, instead… food!
My husband and I watched a series called, “Street Food, Latin America” the past few nights, and I kept returning to a single thought, a single feeling: gratitude. I love where I live and I’m blessed by where I grew up. Let me explain. I’m from Miami, Florida and even though we can discuss it’s negatives… I choose to understand the city for all the positives that I was blessed enough to enjoy. One of those positives… FOOD!
Watching this docu-series with my husband, there were so many dishes shown that I’ve actually eaten and enjoyed, not because I traveled to the countries showcased, but because of the city I grew up in. A city where every country from the Caribbean, Central and South America are represented. A city where you can eat, Cuban pastries for breakfast, at a Nica fritanga for lunch, and enjoy Peruvian Ceviche for dinner. I know that there are multiple metropolitan cities in the United States that can boast the same eclectic food offerings… but I didn’t grow up in those cities. I, grew up in: the MIA, the 305, Little Havana, Westchester, La Sawesera… my, Miami.
It’s so funny, my husband and I are both Americans but his experiences of growing up in Central/North Florida is immensely different from my experiences of growing up in South Florida. We lived in 2 different world’s, in the same state, in the same country. How beautifully unique is this amazing country of mine.
I can’t help but be grateful. Grateful to my grandparents, for choosing that wonderful city to relocate their families to, when they left their precious homes. Grateful to God for the beautiful tapestry I enjoyed growing up in. Blessed beyond measure for the amazing love, delicious food, and unique experiences I got to enjoy growing up where I did.
Ahhhhh… Miami. And now… I’m hungry.