three cultures. one table

who would have thought I would be in Guatemala with 6 Americans and one Japanese student, sitting down for a Japanese dinner in a Spanish school. well not me of course because I am still baffled that it occurred last night.
The conversation held its weight in Spanish as well as English, and few spoken words in Japanese. It was incredible. As I sat in awe of what was taking place I was reminded of my time in the D.R., and the boundaries that were broken. How the same boundaries are being broken here. I'm not only speaking about the language barrier, but my walls. I'm forced out of my comfort zone. It's refreshing.