Although most of the Babalú contributors are located in Miami, there are some of us who traveled from the West Coast to attend Cuba Nostalgia.
There is plenty of sweat and tears that go into setting up the Babalú Booth, but once the first family members arrive with pastelitos and café, it all becomes worth it (Yes, Val, you know it’s true).
Between keeping the posts coming on the site and connecting with the amazing people that share their Cuban stories, we get to hang out and just be together. This is usually the one time of the year we are all in the same place, but it never feels like a whole year has gone by.
We slip easily into the familiar rhythms of conversation. Regular readers stop by to give us hugs and tell us how much they appreciate what we do. It’s quite the love-fest.
People bring food and take photos and there’s a lot of friendly banter. Of course, we talk politics, and try to further the cause of freedom in Cuba, in between bites of croquetas. But we also give and get lots of hugs, and we openly express our appreciation for one another.
It feels very much like a wonderful family reunion.
And we wouldn’t have it any other way.
(Amanda, Ziva, Alberto, Marta, Val, Pitbull)