On
Thursday, April 27th, Aaron, Soren, and I went to the closing night of El Arco
Iris, our favorite Mexican restaurant. I discovered El Arco sometime
during my freshman year at Occidental.
I honestly don't remember how.
If someone here introduced me, thank you. I discovered their amazing nachos topped with chorizo, which
became a fallback splurge when I wanted some yummy food.
Then when Aaron and I were dating during his freshman and my junior year, I took him to El Arco. I continued to enjoy the nachos while he ate the crispy ground beef tacos with cheese and a double side of fluffy rice.
Then when Aaron and I were dating during his freshman and my junior year, I took him to El Arco. I continued to enjoy the nachos while he ate the crispy ground beef tacos with cheese and a double side of fluffy rice.
After our college years, we didn't return to El Arco until we moved back to the area in 2000. We introduced Moira and Soren to the restaurant, which was always family friendly. As Aaron and I got older and our diets changed, we started having their fajitas instead of the nachos and tacos. And we also started enjoying their fantastic margaritas.
When
we heard that El Arco was closing for good on Thursday the 27th, we decided to
venture out and have our ORIGINAL orders of nachos and tacos for the last
time. Moira was busy, so it was
just me and my guys. And the place
was PACKED! At a table near the
front sat an old lady—one of the original owners of the restaurant—rolling
utensils into napkins. A bouquet
of roses with a card saying Thank You sat on the table. People went up to her
and thanking her for all the wonderful meals they had at her restaurant. The wait list was on the table with
her, so I wrote my name down and we settled in for a long wait. There were some spare chairs, basically
in the middle of the restaurant, so we wheeled Soren over and set up camp.
Soren
was VERY excited to be at El Arco.
He’s always liked the lighting there. And there was so much talking that he wiggled happily at the
sound of it all. I tried to take
pictures of him, but Soren is very hard to capture. Plus, as soon as a camera is directed towards him, he puts
his head down. He hates the
paparazzi. During our hour long wait,
I also fed Soren via G-tube while Aaron got us margaritas. Aaron also snagged chips and salsa from
a passing waitress. As time ticked
on, we were fearful we weren’t going to get in before Soren started melting
down. But just as we were about to
give up, the hostess called us over to our booth and we sat down.
As
we did, a woman in her late 50’s-early 60’s came up to me. She told me that she loved watching us
with Soren, seeing how we interact with him. This kind of thing happens to us now and again. Strangers approach us in regards to
Soren. People in the market have
blessed us. A woman in a diner
gave me 20 dollars for him. It’s
startling sometimes. But it’s also
very sweet. And it’s much better
than when people stare at the boy.
Anyhow, this woman was complementing me on how we treat him like any
other kid. I thanked her,
expecting her to return to her table.
But instead, she began to tear up and sat down next to me. She told me that her 35-year-old
daughter is pregnant and the doctor just told her that the baby tested positive
for Down syndrome.
This
woman was devastated. She looked
at Soren (who does not have Down syndrome in case anyone is confused), and just
marveled at what a sweet boy he is.
I told her that people with Down syndrome could be very high
functioning. MUCH higher
functioning than Soren! Then she
told me that the doctor told her daughter to have an abortion.
Okay,
now all I could think was, “I am not qualified to counsel this woman!” But I told her that was a very personal
decision that her daughter would need to make. Then she said that her daughter wanted to keep the
baby. And that she wanted to be a
grandma. (She was really taking me
on a roller coaster ride of emotions in a span of seconds, let me tell you.) I said that if her daughter chose to
keep the child, then they would love that baby and get him or her what they
needed. That there are early
intervention programs for children with disabilities and therapies to help
them. She seemed encouraged by my
words, thanked me, and left the table. As she did, I thought about how happy I was that we went out that night. And that we brought Soren. Clearly seeing a family with a child with disabilities was something this woman needed.
After
that, Aaron and I then had a much-needed second margarita along with our nachos
and tacos while Soren wiggled in his chair enjoying our final night at El Arco
Iris.
Adios.