Cinco de Mayo and Saint Patrick's Day are excuses to get drunk and over eat. That is the American way. My mother was born in Mexico. I was not taught Spanish because my grandparents wanted us to fit in. My family heritage includes Germans, Scott's-Irish, English. French, Spanish, and Indian (feather, not dot). I did the genetic test and my blood reflects the oral traditions and includes a smattering of African and Jewish heritage. I am 100% 'merican. I imagine Spanish conquistadors picking up local wives and producing hungry warriors meanwhile up north the colonists were interbreeding with all the cold, tired, and hungry immigrants. A grand time was had by all. Farming, fornicating and fighting their children met in Texas and murdered each other. The result of raping and pillaging is that your grandchildren look like your former enemy and most people can not hate their grand-kids.
So even though my Scottish Uncle McDonald in Mexico (does not have a farm) does not understand the big deal, eat some tacos, drink some tequila and party with your neighbors.
If you can, learn the language of your ancestors and teach your offspring. Latin is a great start.
“What do you call someone who can speak three languages?” 'Trilingual.'
“What do you call someone who can speak two languages?” 'Bilingual.'
“What do you call someone who speaks one language poorly?” 'Merican
“What do you call someone who can speak a language but not read and write it.” 'Illiterate.'
“What is the difference between a red-neck and a Mexican?” 'bout three miles.”
E pluribus unum.
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