I have never really been around Cuban Americans before and I was introduced to a whole new group of friends by my traveling companion.
I was able to run 3 of the days of my trip, clocking in 0ver 25 miles in those 3 days. I was introduced to cafe con leche and was taught how to dunk your toast in it, cuban toast of course.
The most beautiful part of my trip was being a part of the cuban culture. My new group of friends are warm and amazing. They welcomed me with open arms. Even though I didn’t always understand all of the conversations (since they go back and forth from spanish to english so quickly that my ears were numb)…but the beauty of a smile and a kiss and a hug is universal for everybody.
I was touched by the stories I heard from how they came to America. Each was different but my heart ached as I learned of their plight.