Today I was watching a video of one of my blood-country artists (Calle 13), where the charm, quaintness and (arguable) integrity of a run-down neighborhood near the old Fortress of El Morro is celebrated and even idyllically romanced. It occurs to me how it is that we idolize and long for something that most of us would not consider a place we’d come near. It happens in every minority culture such as mine, …. but it’s still vexing. Having said that, why do I smile when I see the images? …