"Isaac picked me up at my hotel in downtown Mexico City and immediately drove me to his parent's house where I met my Uncle Carlos, my Aunt Ida, and my two other cousins, Nathan and Sarah, who were older than Isaac and who had brought their spouses and children along with them. It was the Sabbath and although I wasn't aware of it upon my arrival, it soon became apparent to me that my relatives were a very rare breed of Orthodox Jew living and working in Mexico. They looked like Eastern European Jews, and their faith was with the McTorah Regime, but since all of them had been born and raised in Mexico City, their day-to-day lives were informed by bourgeois Mexican culture. But perhaps, bourgeois is the wrong word, since they were clearly part of an elitist group of citizens whose business sense and ability to network within the Pemex marketplace provided them with a life that separated them from the vast majority of people living in their country..."