Only one thing to say: Next year in Havana
My family. Miami, 1958
My mom is the skinny one on the right.
Tomorrow, January 1, marks Cuba’s
My family fled in 1957, when the Retired Bearded Dictator and his rebels were in the mountains near their home in the Oriente province.
There are a lot of Cubans sitting around tonight thinking about exile.
And freedom.
And hope.
Pa’lante.
I *love* that picture.
May 2009 be the year.
The old guy in the glasses is my great-grandfather. Cool dude, huh?
We have some wonderful family pictures — corny 50s stuff in Miami, awesome Cuba shots, unfortunate ’70s full of bad hair!
I should start a blog just for those.
Happy New Year, Ginger!
Love it!
Mi familia left in the sixties.