I am ALWAYS mistaken for a Hispanic at Pricerite by someone or the other especially when I am hovering in the Goya section or near the root vegetables, wondering for the nth time what one does with them.

I don't think I look particularly Hispanic but I admit it - I would LOVE to be able to speak fluently in Spanish. I think the language is so poetic and sounds so much like my mother-tongue.
My favourite band has always sung in Spanish and I know most of their lyrics by heart - even though I have no idea what they mean.

(well... not exactly, I have looked up translations in the past and know the gist of their songs. But yes, if you ask me for a word-for-word translation, I would probably just blink dully at you.)
I also love MarÃa Dolores Pradera beyond a healthy limit.
Oh, and let's not forget the latest addiction to Salsa that I seemed to have sponged up.
I think this was just inevitable.
Friends, Romans, Mum,
(E:peeps), you are now reading the journal of a bonafide Hispanophile!
And I sometimes dance salsa steps going down the aisles. Hahahaha
And oooooh spanish is ALL about love. Spanish = love in no uncertain terms!!
speaking. I meant speaking. Aaarrgh
!!!!!!!! I do sing and hum along and something Spanish is always playing on my player. I never thought of that possibilty!!! It's blowing my mind right now.
No wonder old ladies come up to me and always start in Spanish, stare at me in confusion when I start speak and quickly end in apologetic English and walk away.
Perhaps people think you are Hispanic because you go around singing Gypsy Kings songs in PriceRite.
Apparently, you and Bob Dylan think that Spanish is the Loving Tongue.