10 Reasons I Love Being Puerto Rican

1.) We have the best music ever! Latin music is so catchy, and everyone knows what it is as soon as it comes on. Whether it's fast or slow, it's the perfect soundtrack to anything. Even a shower is better with latin music playing in the bathroom.
2.) We throw the best parties. We are fully prepared to be up all night and have stocked the bar with rum and Corona, thank you very much.
3.) Puerto Rican women have the best curves. And we're pretty much genetically incapable of losing them.
4.) Puerto Rican women also know how to treat a man. We won't let you step on us, but we will make sure that you are cooked for and taken care of constantly.
5.) We have the best food. Rice and beans? Arroz con gandules? Benid? Yes please.
6.) Our family trees are as long as our names. I swear, I probably haven't even met part of my Puerto Rican side of the family! And trust me, there's a lot already. Wherever you turn, there's aunts, cousins, grandparents, brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, and someone else gets married into the family every few years.
7.) We have the second most recognizable flag in the world. I'm just saying: tell me what a Canadian flag looks like. Now tell me what a Puerto Rican flag looks like. There you go.
8.) Two words: San Juan. If you've never been there, book the trip. San Juan is just scratching the surface of the beauty of Puerto Rico, but it's a good place to start.
9.) You always know what we're thinking. Our mouths don't shut very easily. My Uela (my nickname for my Abuela) is well known for talking to someone very sweetly while alternately yelling at and beating the crap out of someone else with a chancleta.
10.) No matter where you go, you can find us easily! I swear, I moved down to North Carolina, thinking there would be no Puerto Ricans down here-I met three my first day!

You Know You’re Puerto Rican If …
You have Cilantro growing in the windows and fire escapes, or anywhere that it fits.
You’ve ever used your lips to point something out.
You’ve ever been hit with “chancletas”, ……………….a soft flip flop mom is wearing, and she beats you with it while pissed..and it's so soft you end up laughing and she beats you harder..
or: with the cord of the iron ,she is using to iron with at the moment
You’ve gone to Titi’s house and passed through the “bead
curtain” in the living room.
You step into a house that has all those little figurines taking
up every inch of space on the TV and under the TV.
Your grandmother has a porcelain cat, dog, Buddha or elephant in her
living room.
Almost everyone you know is nicknamed “mira”.
You’ve eaten “esporsoda” with butter.
You have a perpetually drunk neighbor.
You know your mom is sneaking up on you because you can hear the
‘clack-clack’ of her “chancletas”.
Someone in you family is name “Maria”.
You have actually met several people named “Jesus”.
You treat fevers with “alcoholado”.
You need a cup of coffee after every meal.
Your uncle owns more gold than the jewelry shop down the street.
You’ve sat in a two-passenger car with over seven people in it,
and there’s a person shouting “Subete que caben mas!”.
You know at least four of your last names.
You remember Ricky Martin as the little one from Menudo.
You were raised on Goya products (Si es Goya, tiene que ser
bueno).
Your sofa or rug is covered in plastic.
You start clapping when your plane hits the runway.
Your mother, tia, or hermana’s hair is black cherry, “sun in”
red, or a burgundy that would make Celia Cruz jealous.
You go to a wedding or Quinceanera party, gossip about how bad
the food is, but take a plate to go.
You can dance to merengue, cumbia, or salsa without music.
You think Christina can beat Oprah any day.
You can get to your house blindfolded because the smell of
chuletas is SO strong.
Your mother yells at the top of her lungs to call you to dinner
when you live in a one bedroom apartment.
Telenovenas have the status of holy ceremonies.
You think platanos are a whole separate food group.
You have a picture of “Cristo” in your house.
You walk around saying “Chacho”, or “Chacha” or “Ay Bendito”.
Others tell you to stop screaming when you’re really talking.
You know someone who drives a “Cheby”.
A balanced meal consists of rice and beans and some kind of meat.
You know the difference between “Carolina Rice” and everything
else.
The thought of eating fried pork intestines filled with blood
and rice reminds you of Christmas.
You have at least 30 cousins. At least!
You can tell the difference between “Cafe Crema” and “Bustelo”.
And last, but not least:
Your grandmother thinks Vick’s Vapor Rub is the miracle cure for
everything!