The British, Russian, French, Canadian, Asian, Americans and, of course, Mexicans effortlessly glide pass each other, form quick relationships and are fast to offer a helping hand.
Everyone holds doors open for everyone else.
Everyone dances together by the pool.
Everyone breaks bread beside one another in the restaurants.
I've yet to hear one cross word.
No one's pushing religion.
Nobody's talking politics.
It's something I've come to love about this part of the world.
The peoples of the Carribean ... and those who visit its lands ... are a giant gumbo comprised of different ingredients forming one explosive taste of the delight.
There is no racism.
Unlike home.
The United States is predicated on race and it's gotten to the point where its infected blacks as well as whites and mostly every other color that Jesus says he loves.
Learning of the horrific shooting of black people by a white gunman in Charleston, South Carolina, which is spitting distance from where we live, I'm reminded race seems to be in the water of the United States and is lurking under the dirt our country is built upon.
Certainly some things have gotten better ... politically for the most part ... which is sad because it means in most every other way ... religiously, educationally and personally ... seems predicated on tolerance.
In the United States, collectively anyway, everyone pretends to not be racist.
"I have a dream," our country's only Major religious Prophet once proclaimed, and I'm glad I get to see it has come true in countries other than my own.
I'm still naive enough to believe maybe one day ... the USA really does believe the words on the Statue of Liberty.
