By Reese Okyong Kwon
While I’ve heard a variety of irritating questions from strangers about my ethnicity, perhaps the oddest came when I was living in Siena and was approached at a bar by an Italian man who wanted to know if I was Spanish. I assured him I wasn’t; he assured me I was, or that I was at least partially Spanish, and that I should look more closely into my ancestry. I suppose it didn’t help that, having just started living in Siena, I could only speak the most basic Italian, and I kept slipping back into the Spanish that I knew more fluently–not from any Hispanophone predecessors, but from college language classes. Soy coreana, I assured him.