It seems that Ashleigh and I encountered the town idiots on our first day in Livingston, and now we know that the real face of this town is open and radiant with love.
My first impressions of Livingston was that it reminded me, ethnically and culturally, of Guyana, where I took an anthropology course four years ago. The biggest difference here, however, is the presence and acceptance of outsiders, whether as tourists or long-term visitors. The next biggest difference might be the ethnic relations. At first glance, I wondered if there was a reason I only saw groups of black kids hanging out with each other, and Latinos on another street corner, and groups of Mayans again separate. Then, I realized that maybe I was looking for the separation. As we continued exploring, we met biracial couples, mixed families, groups of neighbors chatting without regard to any visible differences.
Quickly, Livingston has opened up its treasure chest to Ashleigh and I, revealing an overwhelming spirit of music, dance, laughter, and sharing.
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