In 1967, my great grandmother settled in San Francisco from Nicaragua, a small country in Central America. The atmosphere of San Francisco at this time was one of acceptance and peace, stemming from the Summer of Love and the Haight-Ashbury culture. Coming from a poverty-stricken country, and having visited before, the Bay Area was an opportunity for a new life, better conditions, and job possibilities not available at home. Unfortunately, lack of a basic education and understanding of American culture hindered her opportunity to obtain legitimate employment. California offered her the opportunity to utilize her entrepreneurial skills and start her own bakery after a fews years of settling in the city. Her journey became the foundation for
