I grew up in Cuba until I was 11 years old. Although the Castro regime has oppressed my people for over five decades, Cuba is still a beautiful island. Havana is one of those cities, like Paris, that you fall in love with and can never get out of your head.
When I left Cuba, I lived in Miami, Florida. South Florida is very different from most parts of the United States. Over half of the population is Hispanic, with Cubans making the majority of it. With that said, I never lost my first language. I speak and write Spanish as well as I speak and write English.
I can speak to my wife in English and then seamlessly speak to my mother in Spanish. I like living in these two worlds. I am fully Cuban, but I am also fully American. I love and hate things from both cultures. I can eat rice and beans one day and chicken pot pie the next. And I wouldn't have it any othe way.
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