
We found ourselves having a Tuesday night where we really didn't have that much planning to do, but since we enjoy spending time with each other so much, we decided to meet anyway and go on a little outing.
As I always like to use the time we are together as a learning experience, I thought we'd visit some places that could teach us something about culture.

It was wonderful and refreshing. It was warm and welcoming. As one of us said, "I think I could live here."

It was kind of like going to someone's house you didn't know to watch a movie with their friends. But you found them to be the most hospitable and accomadating sort of people. It made you want to go back. It made you want to be a part of what they had.
That community.
As I came out of this experience, I was the most intrigued by how both of these places made it nearly impossible to stay anonymous. In our increasingly self-dependent, individualized culture this type of social interaction is becoming more rare.
And uncomfortable.
And yet, we each found ourselves drawn to these places. I think we all would go back to either one.
So it leaves me wondering, how can I push myself and those around me to face our discomfort and stop being so anonymous.
In that is at least one of the steps towards community.
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