Sometimes East Texas seems a bit insulated from the rest of the world.
Other times it seems like a veritable melting pot.
Yesterday I was looking for soup bones to make a Czechoslovakian soup, the only place I could find them was the Mercado (Mexican market). While we were there, Junior saw a black man and told him "ni hao" which is Chinese for "Hello."
We are good friends with a Chinese couple and they have taught us a few words for different things and I guess it seemed an appropriate time.
Never mind that he is also taking a Spanish class which would be much more appropriate in a mercado.
So for a moment there were 5 cultures overlapping.
By the way, the soup did turn out good.