09/27/2026
I literally cried making this carousel.
Growing up, I was always taught to be educada — and no, not in the way you’d think of it here in the U.S.
To say hello when I walked into a room. To say goodbye before I left. To say por favor, gracias, con permiso. To respect my elders. To help clean up. To make sure no one felt left out. To always offer something to eat.
At the time, they just felt like little rules.
Now I realize they were teaching me something much bigger — how to treat people.
The older I get, the more I understand that this is the kind of education that matters most to me. Not titles, accomplishments, or what you have — but how you make people feel when they’re around you.
That’s what being Hispana means to me.
Feliz Mes de la Herencia Hispana. 🇺🇾♥️
