I think of my dad yelling that's he from the Tiera Caliente. Then proceeds to yell and dance along with singing.

Misery (caused by communists)

I think about my close Cuban friends. The stories their parents have told me about the Revolution and how they left everything they had and their homeland. The sacrifices and hard work. I also wonder how beautiful the country would be if it weren’t for Castro. I’m Puertorriqueño. I lived in the neighborhood.

Good food, and uncut

My grandmother & Celia Cruz.

How much they hate their own and other Latinos once they touch dry ground. It’s weird. How do you have your whole culture just because you made it a few miles on a raft?

Me lol

¡Que Viva Cuba Libre! 🇨🇺

This sticker i made