I looked at the open façade of what appeared to be an average office building. The unimposing cement exterior with the simple, professional title “Buddhist Temple of San Diego” was the only hint that I was in the right place. Unlike the Hindu temple I last visited, this temple’s exterior was more reserved, not standing out as a place of auspicious worship. Entering the cool building, I was unsure of where to go until a nice couple directed me to follow them upstairs into the main part of the temple where that Sunday’s service was to be held. Following them curiously up the stairs, I eventually came to the third floor and entered the main part of the temple. This is what I had been expecting. The smell of incense greeted my senses and I looked
