Some days, I really think I'd like to try whatever it is vesta is smoking. But the rest of the time... 
With all seriousness MrsSmith, I was blessed to find a job where I worked with people from almost every where in the world. Most started out at Temps and moved into full hire.
Japanese, Chinese. Lao, Cambodian, Vietnamese, S. Korean, on to Indonesian, Our boss was a Hindu born in India and raised in Kenya.
My friend from Russia and a few passing by Middle Easterners, and then the Muslim woman and boys who came to work.
For a Yankee with a work place with just a few whites, perhaps 20% every day was a learning experience for me, new home made food to taste at lunch, new words to learn, I could travel the world and never leave home.
This was the most interesting time of my life, for over 20+ years I lived 10 hours a day outside my culture.
I learned that the woman I met had a fascination for my Crochet projects at lunch, I knit in the wrong direction from some cultures. Oh the discussions on what I was doing.
Math in China is different from European and American, both get same results but there is a difference in teaching.
Tattoos tell a story for the Asians, a living history book of their lives. Much fun to walk up to someone and with no word check out their tats from their country. Some of the older Cambodians had the kill marks, just dots on their upper arms.
It amazed them that I knew how to eat with chopsticks, and it stunned me when they could program my cell phone for me.
When the South Americans came in------that is another story but I did meet one woman who was high up into the Santeria cult, lots of fun for 20 years seeing the world and staying at home.
The Lord has so far been most kind to me, allowed me to see the world and find friends from far away and I at that time stayed put. I fear saying how greatfull I am as the devil may hear and charge in.
