Only someone from Spain can get away with this:
You know you're from Spain if...
Your mother or grandmother has Maria in her name.
Your father or grandfather is called Manuel (Manolo), Jose, Antonio or Juan.
You decorate your walls with plates.
Your house is a mini church with just as may statues of saints and Jesus as your church itself.
You're 25 and still living with your parents. (Extra points if you're married and living with your spouse in your parents' house.)
You baptize your child and send him to catechism, even though you might never go to church except for weddings and funerals.
You park on the sidewalk when necessary, even asking the person standing there to please move away.
You have a mother or grandmother who wears black.
You spend your holidays in Portugal instead of in Spain because it is cheaper.
Your parents own, like, nine houses in Spain but complain about the lack of money in the States.
Going to Spain involves buying gifts for all 500 members of your family.
You go crazy for soccer.
You have grape vines in your backyard.
You earned over $10,000 for your first communion.
A barbeque does not consist of burgers on the grill. Can you say "sardines"?
A wooden spoon equals discipline, or if you ever had to duck so you wouldn't get hit with flying shoes.
Your parents anticipate that you'll marry your first long-term boyfriend/girlfriend.
Your 15-year-old brother is allowed to have two girls sleep over, but your 19-year-old sister can't go out past 7 p.m.
You think that 2 a.m. is too early to go to bed and that 11 a.m. is too early to get out of bed.
Your grandmother tells you look sick because you are too thin. (I wish! -- MD)
Your parents make you eat three servings of dinner at each sitting, otherwise they think you don't like the cooking.
You have ever used your nose or lips to point something out.
You've ever dropped food on the floor, picked it up, ate it after saying, "Lo que no mata engorda."
You've been hit by a zapatilla.
People tell you to stop screaming when you're really just talking.
Whenever you're angry, you spout off a torrent of "coño", "mierda" and "carajo."
Your mother yells at the top of her lungs to call you to dinner, and you're in the next room.
If you just can't imagine anyone not liking Spanish food.
If you've been in a two-passenger car with over seven people in it, with a person shouting, "Entrar, que caben mas!"
If you have at least 30 cousins.
If you start clapping when your plane lands on the runway.
If you say crazy things like, "Me cago en dios."
You can't leave a party without taking home a plate of food.
Your grandma makes you put on slippers because walking around barefooted will make you get sick.
You need that piece of cake before you leave the party.
You go to a birthday party and your friends that couldn't go are asking you to bring them back some food.
Your mom/tia/abuelita has a ceramic elephant on the living room table.
Que via España!
Musings, observations and other random stuff from the mind of Maria, (wannabe) Queen of Spain.
Monday, January 30, 2006
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2 comments:
los que entiendo me parecen acertadisimos. Creo que me tomare la molestia de traducir los demas.
besos.
Los estaba leyendo a mi madre, y nos reiamos porque son todos verdad! :-)
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