tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596283948940449724.post1614842446917237181..comments2023-05-15T07:02:21.138-07:00Comments on Our Happily Ever Afters in Georgia: I am Cuban-Americanmrs.erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713056284246517595noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7596283948940449724.post-66139515262854822142008-05-01T19:02:52.548-07:002008-05-01T19:02:52.548-07:00prima. first of all let me say that you wrote a be...prima. first of all let me say that you wrote a beautiful entry. It really touched my heart for many reasons. A. I felt the same way watching Gloria and Emilio. I felt like that was a piece of me that I was sharing with the world. Kind of like tia Gloria and tio Emilio were on tv. I felt so warm inside, even a little emotional. <br><br>B. If anyone can relate you know its me. I went through all of this when I moved to Boston. While I loved the change of scenery and seeing things I had never had the chance to see living Miami, I realized how Cuban I am. You don't really notice it when you're surrounded by Cubanasos in miami. But we grew up here how could it not have rubbed off on us? When I was in Boston and I would hear Spanish music or hear someone speaking Spanish my ears would perk up and I would get excited because it was like a piece of home. My culture. Something I was so deprived of living in Boston. You really start to realize how much the culture is a part of you. <br><br>C. The food. OMG i so totally know!! hello where else can you get cuban bread? real cuban bread. at 60 cents a loaf! you miss all your croquetas and pastelitos. I tried to compensate by cooking cuban dishes. Chicken empanizado with rice and beans, lechon, picadillo, even just using sazon completa (what my dad uses to cook everything) on chicken when i cook it made it taste like home. Try to stock up on essentials. The stuff you can bring with you. Like coffee, spices, etc. But you can't replicate cuban bread. believe me i tried!!<br><br>D. When the marlins won the world series the last time, i was in boston. Of course no one there gave a flying fuck. Ed and I went online to channel 7 streaming video and saw the people on the streets with their maracas and bongos just celebrating on the street. and we got so homesick. i missed that soooo much! mi gente.<br><br>Being in a diff state is like being in a diff world. And now that I'm back i'm cursing those damn people who refuse to speak english. but i am loving all the cuban food at my fingertips and the fact that things stay open late. its just too much here. oversaturated with culture. wish there was a happy medium. and its a shame that you had to leave here to have that american dream. wish there was a better way to marry the two. <br><br>but you're right. we're cuban girls. and i'm very proud of that. :)Melihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14892381445412654374noreply@blogger.com