what multicultural really means, 3 generations on ...

Standing in the line at the grocery store. Elderly white woman in front of me has the veggies required for a stirfry, complete with hot Serrano peppers and baby bokchoy. (I invite myself to lunch.)

I turn to the couple behind me, also elderly, and say (in Cantonese) Oh! You're having pasta! And she's having a stirfry ... We laugh as the checkout guy eyes us as crazy ... 

I love East Vancouver!