We call it Forcula. You Call it Wishbone

Have you ever met someone who--upon opening his/her mouth--you thought to yourself was full of sh*t? And the formation of that opinion was based on the fact that the person spoke your language, but didn't speak your truth.
When I was in graduate school, I met a Latin woman who announced that she was Puerto Rican from New York City. The declaration was gratuitous since I could tell her pedigree from the moment she uttered her first sentence. She then went on to say that she had a connection with all things and people of the Latin world. I had never known this to be the case.
Each island, or landlocked country, or republic had its own blends. There were multi-racial societies such as the Boricua of Puerto Rico. There were the Caucasian Europeans who lived in places like Argentina or Chile. There were Afro-Caribbeans from Cuba. Oh, and don't forget the Japanese from Peru. To a white boy such as I who refers to himself as > 95% Ashkenazi(c) or sometimes as Litvak.