There's nothing like a weekend with your girls to refresh your memory of who you were then, who you are now, and where you are going to be in the future. A little bit of grown women dust is all you need to keep you grounded & focused (whether they show you blatantly or unknowingly through their good & bad decisions...)
I am Dominican & Spanish but I was raised como una Dominicana... except not so much since I spent my younger years in Venezuela (Margarita, I still dream of you) by a mother who has a very peculiar way of doing things... hehe.
I wasn't raised in any specific religion (nope, I never did my first comunion)
I learned to make arepas before I learned to make mangu de platanos
I would rather salsa any day over merengue
and although Dominican men are top five in the "who has the best sense of humor" category, I would rather not date them (ya yo veo, spitting in the air and it landing in my...)
But! That does not change the fact that I am Dominican & that I love my culture & most of all
MiGente!
At the Dominican festival this Sunday, I found myself amongst massive crowds of people singing bachatas & merengues with actual bands on the corners of the never sleeping Washington Heights. It was simply amazing. I danced with random strangers, spoke to a gramma eating arroz con abichuela outside her window-sill, and waved my flag around as I walked from 191 to 163rd. I finished my night con un chimi (don't judge I was close to starving)...
The point is, even if you're not from a certain place it doesn't mean that you don't belong to it... Just because my mother listened to Rocio Durcal instead of Las Chicas del Can does not mean that I am not Dominican... por que sin duda--- I can def throw the ill Chancletazo across a room.
<3>
I am Dominican & Spanish but I was raised como una Dominicana... except not so much since I spent my younger years in Venezuela (Margarita, I still dream of you) by a mother who has a very peculiar way of doing things... hehe.
I wasn't raised in any specific religion (nope, I never did my first comunion)
I learned to make arepas before I learned to make mangu de platanos
I would rather salsa any day over merengue
and although Dominican men are top five in the "who has the best sense of humor" category, I would rather not date them (ya yo veo, spitting in the air and it landing in my...)
But! That does not change the fact that I am Dominican & that I love my culture & most of all
MiGente!
At the Dominican festival this Sunday, I found myself amongst massive crowds of people singing bachatas & merengues with actual bands on the corners of the never sleeping Washington Heights. It was simply amazing. I danced with random strangers, spoke to a gramma eating arroz con abichuela outside her window-sill, and waved my flag around as I walked from 191 to 163rd. I finished my night con un chimi (don't judge I was close to starving)...
The point is, even if you're not from a certain place it doesn't mean that you don't belong to it... Just because my mother listened to Rocio Durcal instead of Las Chicas del Can does not mean that I am not Dominican... por que sin duda--- I can def throw the ill Chancletazo across a room.
<3>
1 comments:
mira babosa, my mom listened to rocio durcal and las chicas del can.
actually, i remember learning a beatles song in spanis waaaayy before a fernandito villalona song.
i heart u and am happy ur proud of ur platano side.
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