Observation, on the languages of resthome coworkers.

Last month at the resthome, I was going through the lobby because of something, and there was my one (Mexican) coworker standing there for some reason talking to the one (Romanian) receptionist.

And, both were speaking (English), but it was striking to me how both are products of vastly different cultures and places, but both speak a descendant of (Latin), in one case brought across the ocean to a new continent.

Just something to think about.