Personal Narrative-Puerto Rican Home

I was raised in a very loud Puerto Rican home. The extended family was always over; grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and family friends. They even came over unannounced. For eight years I went to school with all of my cousins, so I saw my cousins, aunts, and uncles every day. There was always food being made, loud music and conversation, and us children running around. After thirty years of having loud conversations, constantly surrounded by family, and lots of spices in well-seasoned food; I’m sure you can imagine the culture shock went I entered into a calm, bland, quiet conversation during tea time British world. There wasn’t people talking over each other and getting louder as the conversation continued. The British had certain times to sit …show more content…
We like to talk with our hands and use the expression on our faces to let people know how we feel. Our voices can go up and down and usually we are loud. While I had my first tea time I was this vibrant, hand whaling, conservationists who became hyper as I drank my coffee; I think tea is gross. As some of my British friends spoke I realized how much calmer they were in conversation. In a Hispanic home we talk over each other, I never thought about it as being rude, but there are a lot of conversations happening at one time. When I began having conversations with British people I had to continuously remind myself that I needed to wait until they finished speaking. Unfortunately, by then of course I would completely forget what I was going to say, it was very frustrating. Dinner time was a small gathering of less than a dozen people. There was no well-seasoned food; everything was bland only a bit of salt is added. They serve potatoes, vegetable, and meat for every meal. Their idea of flavor is either gravy or vinegar. I thought I was going to starve. I couldn’t wait to get a seasoned Hispanic meal: rice, beans, plantains, yucca, and meat that is