Mar
(* Clarification from my wonderful Tia Lisi: Mom and I were just perusing your blog. just a couple of points of clarification. Cafe Bustelo is cuban coffee, not Italian. also we don’t usually use condensed milk…we use either regular or evaporated. The “experts” make a “pumita” by steaming the milk so its nice and foamy. me alegro mucho que esten disfrutando las tacitas de cafe!*keep this in mind as you read 
sorry!)
My husband is half Cuban. His grandparents are Cuban refugees who’ve been living in this free country for over 40 years. They had a wonderful life in Cuba: an hacienda, careers, extended family, earth that belonged to them and someday to their children. All that changed with the rising power of Fidel. They brought with them few possessions but many memories, traditions and stories.
A few months after Naphtali and I got married a package arrived for us…at the wrong house. Abuela had sent it to the only address of ours she had but we had recently moved. Thanks to sweet retired truck driver Lloyd, we got our packaged. Lloyd is one of those guys who has just a caring heart and happens to be married to the funniest polish woman I’ve ever known. Lloyd has an illegal CV radio in his house so he can listen to what the Cops are doing. 
Anyway, Lloyd called us and told us we had a couple packages. One of which was from Abuela which held something invaluable.
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