We went to the Cloisters yesterday for a picnic with the family. What did I see? A Puerto Rican picnic. So, yet another example of a culture where a feast is key. These guys had tables setup with folding lawn chars all around. People were just hanging out waiting for the birthday girl. Young and old hung out and enjoyed each others' company.
I felt like I was in the minor leagues with my green blanket and foldable cooler of leftovers. But anyway....
"Why don't 'white people' picnic?" MLW asked me on the way back to the car.
My answer next.
Notes From The Last Day Before School
7 years ago
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