My Dad Is From Chile And Pr Which Means

So, my dad's from Chile and Puerto Rico. Which means...chaos? Delicious food? An endless supply of opinions? Yeah, pretty much all of the above.

The Food Situation

Let's be real. The food is amazing. Empanadas versus pasteles? A culinary showdown for the ages. My stomach wins every time.

There's always arepas versus sopaipillas debate. I usually dodge the question. My answer is to eat everything.

And don't even get me started on dessert! The sweet stuff is a direct line to my happy place.

Salsa Showdown

Music is another story. Salsa versus... more salsa! Seriously, the dance floor is never boring at family parties.

My dance moves? Let's just say they're "enthusiastic." Picture a slightly confused, happy puppy. That's me.

I might not be a professional, but I can clap on beat. That’s the importante thing.

The "Unpopular" Opinions

Now for the fun part. The "unpopular" opinions. The ones that get me side-eye at family gatherings.

Here's a big one: I think reggaeton is highly overrated. Okay, okay, don't throw your chancletas at me!

I know. Blasphemy! But hear me out. After a while, the beat just starts to sound the same. Fight me.

Next: I secretly prefer instant coffee. Gasp! Yes, I said it. The horror!

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate a good, strong cup of traditionally brewed coffee. But sometimes, I just want something quick and easy. Sue me.

Another confession: I like my plátanos maduros slightly burnt. They get caramelized and sticky, it's glorious!

My family thinks I'm crazy. They like them perfectly golden brown. But burnt is better, I stand by it.

The Language Barrier (Sort Of)

My Spanish? It's... a work in progress. I can order food and understand the basic gossip. That's progress, right?

Sometimes I just nod and smile politely. Hoping I'm not agreeing to something outrageous. Like washing all the dishes for a month.

Learning two versions of Spanish simultaneously is difficult, okay? Chilean slang versus Puerto Rican slang? My brain hurts just thinking about it.

Family Dynamics

Family gatherings are loud. Like, really loud. Everyone's talking at once, usually over each other.

But it's a good loud. It's the sound of love, connection, and passionate debate over who makes the best lechón.

And the hugs? They're the kind that squeeze the air out of your lungs. But they're also the best hugs you'll ever receive.

The Bottom Line

Having a dad from Chile and Puerto Rico is an adventure. It's a blend of cultures, traditions, and a whole lot of love.

Even with the "unpopular" opinions and the language struggles, I wouldn't trade it for the world. Well, maybe for a lifetime supply of empanadas. Just kidding! ...Mostly.

So next time you meet someone with a mixed heritage, be prepared for a wild ride. And maybe bring a side dish. You'll be welcomed like family.