Last night--Friday night--I went to a Chabad in Agoura Hills, California. I couldn't stand isolating myself to my studies and only reading about the wonderful Jewish community, so I set out Friday night to attend the shabbat service at the shul. I drove there, unfortunately, but I parked elsewhere as to pay my respect to their Shabbat. I parked in front of a liquor store, which had a Kosher Wine Here sign in the front window--I knew I was in the biggest Jewish community in the Ventura County, California. I left my cell phone in my car and I walked a ways up the street to the shul. There were a couple of teenage boys with kippot on. I introduced myself and they promptly and warmly pointed me to the service and retrieved a kippah for my bare head. They obviously knew that I was a first-timer, so they paid extra attention to me and helped me find my place in the siddur during the service. I happened to go on the shabbat when they were having a shabbat dinner in the main hall for the entire community later that night, and to my luck, I was invited. At this point, they had no idea that I wasn't Jewish at all. For all they knew I was a secular Jew interested in his religion. It wouldn't of mattered though, because when I finally told them, they were so intrigued, interested, and generally helpful in both asking and answering questions. One couple even offered me a room at their house every friday evening if I had the desire to keep shabbat. Can you imagine that? A Jewish couple offered, to a near stranger, a place to stay at their home! I will definitely return next shabbat and perhaps--just perhaps--I will take up that one Jewish couple's offer.