We are taught in schools that Greek mythology was just that --a bunch of myths made up by ignorant people who were trying to explain the world around them. Thunder? The god Zeus was angry. Love? Cupid struck again. Feeling angry and war-like? Ares must be close by. But who's to say that their tales of gods and heroes weren't based on actual beings who fulfilled those roles? If you choose to believe in beings with wings who perform miracles, and that a virgin can magically become pregnant and give birth to a demigod, then I choose to believe in Athena, goddess of wisdom, and Aphrodite, goddess of beauty.
Thoughts on my personal experience growing up Hispanic, Flamenco, & Greek-Orthodox, and the innocence lost along the way. My memories and anecdotes of being raised in Miami's Little Havana, and how that experience shaped my decisions and defined my path. My personal insights into culture, linguistics, dialects, and SLA, based on observations made during my travels. My thoughts on just about everything, particularly Flamenco music, song, and dance. Here continues my search for identity.