Hispanics

So many Hispanics are accepting Islam in the US.

A lot of Hispanics are converting to Islam.

Not all Hispanics are Roman Catholics. Some Hispanics are Jews.

On the 1st of March of 2022, I went twice to the pizzeria, once in the morning when I had butter chicken pizza and later in the afternoon when I had mushroom spinach pesto cheese chicken pizza, both times in which I drank a black effervescent drink. In the morning, there were two fire trucks illumined at the mall. In the afternoon, there were handsome men. A lady wore a leopard shawl. Two Hispanics entered. Tharsan the Sri Lankan owner was speaking to an advertising agent lady.

Some people think that Greg and I are like Filipino Hispanics. This Saturday morning on the 20th of August of 2022, Greg eats apple chips, and I salted potato chips with black iced tea, at the neighbourhood café. He mentions that he doesn't always go to church on Sunday, because maybe he feels down about life. We talk about the Philippines having mainly three blending peoples, Malays, Chinese, and Spanish. We wonder if most Filipinos really have Spanish and Chinese blood. Many Filipinos don't trace their genealogy. I mention to him that as one just lands at the Manila airport, one sees that the majority are really Malay-looking people. We talk about Jehovah's Witnesses and Mormons. I list some countries, in four continents, to which I've travelled, as it impresses him that I am a world traveller. Greg has only been to the Philippines, Canada, and USA. I assure him that my rich uncle in Oregon, who builds houses in the Philippines, doesn't want to go to Europe. Greg knows that I've lived in Japan and Europe, where I've learned the "walking life."

My Mexican friend Lizbeth seems to like Esperanto, a language which makes her happy whenever I use it. She thinks that being an Esperantist is still like "Latinhood" for me, who was born in the Philippines, which was a "lost colony" for Hispanics.

The diverse and youthful voting coalition behind President Obama was on full display at an election night watch party at a nearby bistro. Historian Allan Lichtman says the president benefitted from a strong turnout among women, African Americans, Hispanics and younger voters.

For some years now, Zamboanga has officially adopted the orthographic standard for their Chabacano: Spanish spelling for Spanish-derived words and native spelling for indigenous-derived words. Before this change, there was a flux between Spanish and native spellings for all words. Some Chabacano people still are not aware of the official decision. Punctuation and capitalization follow those of American English and Tagalog. Accents are not generally used, except for the tilde in Ññ, which, to Hispanics, is not a separate accent, but is part of the letter itself.

It's the 14th of May of 2025. It was my latest nighttime visit at Tim Hortons café, about 22:00. At a corner sat a familiar pale-skinned couple of Hispanics, chatting. As I couldn't hear their Spanish accent, I couldn't really guess from which country they came. The hall was mostly empty, except for them at one corner and me at another corner. Some Eurasians came in for a few minutes. I was drinking a Blackberry Yuzu Lemonade Quencher and eating a Cinnamon Raisin Bagel. It was dark in the streets, as I walked back homebound.

It's a grey cloudy morning this summer day of the 22nd of June of 2025. Before dawn, I had a snack of two tofu fish cuttlefish corn potato tangerine pork rolls with strawberries. Around 8, I was at Starbucks café, there to drink Passion Tango iced tea, which contained hibiscus, lemongrass, cinnamon, passion fruit, pineapple, and so forth. I waited for my religious Baptist Filipino friend, Greg, who was there usually on Sundays at that time, but he didn't show up. Then, I walked to Tim Hortons café to drink an iced coffee with oat milk and eat a sausage English muffin. There were families. There were several ex-Soviet bachelors who spoke Russian. Before 10, I trekked towards the Roman Catholic church at St. Albans Road. I admired the bamboo grove and the Emerald Tree on the way. At the church, there were already some worshippers in the nave: many Filipinos, and some Hispanics and Cantonese. The Filipina nun in her habit was talking to some Filipinas in the lobby area. They were admiring someone's blue skirt, which cost 80 dollars. Today, this morning, many blue hydrangeas adorned the front of the nave, inside. (There is interest in Interlingua.) Yesterday and today counted as my 50th and 51st visits to that church, the "Clam Temple" as I call it because of its architecture. Some people wore beige, an interest in Chabacano. When I walk outside, I usually talk to rabbits in Lojban: "coico'o ractu" (Hello-bye rabbits!). I'm often like Dr. Dolittle.