The neighborhood I grew up in was filled with all different people from all over the world.
I grew up eating philippino food one day, samoen the next, then creol another, and mexican the next, itialian another, jewish, then southern, japanese and chinese, all depended on whose house one played at.
I was very blessed to be in such a diverse neighborhood.
I miss it alot, as where I live now there is not much of selction unless one goes into the city.
I remember the philippine weddings we went to, they were so different and joyful, also lots of good food.
God bless
pickles