Lemon Mint

I was in the produce section of the grocery store a few days ago. They have a small section of fresh herbs you can purchase at a very inexpensive price.  I didn’t plan on buying any because quite frankly my cooking skills are just not quite at that level yet! But, I got a whiff of something that really caught my attention. I kept sniffing until I found it, mint leaves! I think the smell grabbed me so quickly because my mom had mint plants growing in our backyard for years. She would send me out to pick some for her tea in the summer.  As you might have guessed, I bought a huge bundle. 

A friend of ours, here in the neighborhood, has a lemon tree in their backyard, I am so jealous! One evening at her house she served mint lemonade and it was delicious. I thought I could try it; surely it would still be pretty good even with lemon powder from a can. Turns out it is amazing!

I urge you to go to your local grocery store now and get some of your own. Then just put the washed leaves in your blender with a little lemonade and bam! Lemon Mint Drink! Little hint, make sure you blend well or it gets a little grass like in your teeth when you drink…

I have noticed that it is sold at most all restaurants as fresh juices are very popular here. I have a favorite juice stand where you can get the juice in layers, so good! I usually get avocado, strawberry, guava, and orange all in one cup. Who would have guessed avocado would be great in a drink. I guess sugar can do wonders for anything right?

I am also currently hooked to drinking guava juice at home as well as banana juice. The Guava juice is so sweet and is a little thick, reminds me of pears. I have to give our friend who came to visit props on the guava juice. He came back from the grocery store each day with a new juice to try.  Lime Kiwi and Orange Carrot were a few close runner-ups. 

American

It is very common for people here to have live-in help.  We just had a dinner date with a family nearby who do have a live in housekeeper. It was like we were at a restaurant. The family did cook the meal, but only because they enjoy cooking. The housekeeper came around and collected all the dinner plates and cleaned the kitchen while we continued to socialize. Our friends went on and on with how great it was not to worry about little details like cleaning their car or walking the dog, changing out the towels or sheets. This is all taken care of and they don’t even have to tell her when to do everything. It is just done for them.

So why don’t we have one? I guess I feel a little uncomfortable with someone else actually living in our home I don’t know. It just seems weird to me. Odds are I would also have trouble communicating with them.

All of the hired help here are from another country like, Sri Lanka, India, Philippines and we would have to “sponsor” someone to work for us and live with us in order for them to enter and stay in this country.    The live in housekeepers and Nannies are all women. There is a huge population of men here from neighboring countries as well. They are the true workers of the country, doing landscaping, construction, truck driving, cashiers, you name it, and they are working here doing the job (even when it is 120 degrees outside). Many of these “workers” are here without their families. They leave their families behind to come here and earn money to send home for whatever reason. I hear often of them sending money for health care and to also build a new home for their families. You can see the look in some of these workers eyes when they see our daughter and then say, here is a picture of my daughter, she is far away.

This is all a huge explanation for an interaction I had with a housekeeper we met last week that I can’t get out of my mind. She asked if she could come by later that evening to ask my husband questions about her son’s visa.  He had helped her a few weeks ago by looking up information on the internet. I felt so bad because with the language barrier, I couldn’t totally understand her story. All I know is that she is trying to get her son here and can’t for some reason.  She was sure my husband could help and understand. I assured her she was welcome to stop by and speak with him anytime. Then she said the line that has inspired me to write this entire blog entry. She said, “I am weak, you and your husband, you are American, you are strong, you can help me”. 

 I am pretty sure not every nationality thinks we Americans are so strong; they probably have some pretty crazy thoughts about us. But, it was so humbling for me to hear from someone who hardly knows anything about me, that I am so strong, just because I am American. Honestly, I never went around during my daily life in the states thinking that “thank goodness I am American and so strong”.  We get so busy in our daily lives in the states that we are more likely to say things like, that meeting went great, or I got an A on this test, or I nailed that project for work, that we have forgotten the big picture. All this housekeeper knows about me is that I am American and that was enough for her to ask for help.  I think until she said that I had forgotten some of the freedoms and rights I get just being American.  Literally, just being an American, even an American woman, my life has so many opportunities. I am thankful someone reminded me of that and most importantly, I am thankful for anyone who fights or supports American dreams, ideals, and lives. Not only do I appreciate it, but other people throughout the world do too.