This morning, some Hispanic ladies at a supermarket here in Brooklyn (we're staying with a friend here) started talking about me in Spanish as I stood in line. I spoke back to them, and asked what they were saying about me. "You look like Victorino," they told me. "You know, the one from the soap opera."
I did not, in fact, have any idea who Victorino was. It turns out that there are three. I think that I'm supposed to be the one in the middle. Awesome.