Today, just a thought experiment of sorts. I was in Orlando last week visiting the in-laws — more like Borelando, amirite? It actually turned out to be more like Bori-lando — the whole damn city is Puerto Rican, it seems. I said something to Luis, and he said “Yeah, Orlando, hicks and spics.” I responded, “I don’t see the hick part.”

“Well,” he shrugged, “things change.”

And that’s kind of what I’m getting at with this post. Things change. Orlando Puerto Ricans — split about evenly between Nuyoricans and those from the Island — are not poor. They are in a way “displacing” the area’s non-Hispanic white population and forcing a cultural shift, much like what happened in Miami in the 1960s. Since I’m on vacation (this week in Miami — 305 till I die!) and haven’t had my colada yet today, I’ll leave it to you to pontificate and discuss the implications and deeper meanings in these observations.

With that, I leave you with a photo of an Orlando shopping center, replete with a Latin Hooters (seriously), Las Palmas “supermarket,” and Taino’s bakery (where the quesitos were fresh and soft, unlike the stale New Jersey-baked garbage you get at the bodegas in Bushwick).