The only thing I miss about New York is feeling like a latino. The latina ladies who worked in the cafe would talk to me in Spanish. I usually didn't know what they were saying, but in some manner they were saying 'you're one of us.' My group of friends was primarily brown. My "brother," Tj, was afghani. My most recent ex is straight from Trinidad. Ashly B., Brittany, Hassan and Rj were black. Plus all of Sean's (my ex) friends and cousins etc. were brown.
Down there latina's rule the best clubs and always appreciated. I picked up quite a bit of spanish and came to realized that I could understand some things that I shouldn't be able to because of those few short months I was in Peru as an infant.
I guess I need to figure out how to keep that part of me while living in caucasian dominated society. Funny I've always considered myself Peruvian, but not really American. After all my citizenship may be American, but my blood is purely Peruvian. I'm really both, but not Peruvian-American. This doesn't apply to sports though clearly.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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