My dad was born and grew up in Cuba. Eventually he made his way to the US as a refugee. I’ve never been able to visit for a lot of reasons. Hopefully someday I will. But for now, the closest I’ve been is The Florida Keys. I got to go to Key West with friends…
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I’ve been to Miami plenty of times in my lifetime to visit my Cuban grandparents. They lived in a sweet little Spanish-style house with terracotta tiles and a pale blue swimming pool. Every morning started with a strong dose of Cuban coffee and very smushed, very buttered bread that had been toasted between flat sides…
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