Cubans in Florida don’t just live in neighborhoods; they create extended families. Your abuela becomes their abuela. Your birthday is their party.
I once watched a Cuban domino game in a park. Four old men arguing in Spanish over a double-six tile. Then, a stranger walked by, and they offered him a seat. Instant inclusion.
That’s the lesson—connection doesn’t require a passport. It requires a smile and maybe a cubano sandwich.
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A Little Controversy? Sure, Let’s Keep It Light
Sometimes people talk about politics. Cubans have strong opinions (don’t we all?). But on a daily level, it’s about shared space.
My landlord is a Cuban immigrant. We disagree on taxes. But we agree that mangoes from his tree are a gift from heaven. Common ground grows in the backyard.
So, why care? Because diversity isn’t a textbook word. It’s the guy who waves at you every morning, the bakery that sells croquetas next to donuts. It’s texture in your daily routine.
