la chinita bonita

Being Chinese has given a unique twist to how I am treated. The first country people think I'm from is Japan. I don't think I look Japanese, but I believe the reason for this is that there's some collaboration between Japan and Honduras. There was a bridge going to downtown that has both the flags together. (We drive by too fast and I read Spanish too slow to see what the words say.)
I've been asked countless times if I know Kung Fu or if I'm related to Jackie Chan. I told them we were distant relatives (which is probably true back back somewhere in the Chan clan). One girl thought I didn't understand and stretched her eyes out horizontally to show me what was meant by 'china.'
Now, I've come to expect this, and it's interesting because it seems to be more interesting that there is a Chinese person here than just a Canadian or American. In fact, when we were prepping the kids for the North American foreigners, they were describing them in a certain way without any reference or consideration of me. I guess it's good because I'm not lumped in with 'gringos.' And I figured that the amount of times I've been called 'china' or 'chinita' (little chinese person) equals the times I've been called 'bonita' (pretty) by these same people. So I'm happy. I'm in my own special classification of stereotype.