Growing up in a Cuban-Dominican household I fondly remember a few diehard rules that never made any sense to me. One was the almost criminal offense of using my mother’s decorative hand towels in the family bathroom to dry our hands. There was only one rack to display any towels – decorative or otherwise – so it seemed insane that my mother would actually keep tabs on their use. Until recently I thought this was just one of my beloved mother’s little quirks. However, during a recent meeting with my partner Marlene and our Cuban-American consultant, I learned this might actually be a “Hispanic” thing. Each of us grew up in homes where the hand towels in our bathrooms were off limits for anything except looking pretty.
So I ask you, my Latino friends, and the American friends of Latinos who are reading this post: