The United States of an African

Originally posted January 2017.

Being in Miami is like being in a foreign country in which the primary language is Spanish. My mother, sister and I found ourselves in an unknown part of the city in search of Cuban food. The people barely spoke or even understood English as we were trying to order. I couldn’t help but think, ‘This is America’. As far as the food, it’s meat heavy with sides of either plantain or yuca, and of course, rice and beans.

One my favorite parts of Miami is the Art Deco District in South beach with the old historic hotels. When I walk by the buildings, I think about all the possible stories behind some of the guests in the hotels from past times. Stories involving illegal alcohol during the prohibition era, old Hollywood on vacation, the first Cuban immigrants, the cocaine push etc. ..clearly I watch too many movies, haha.