Children attending school in Cuba start their day with a chant, “¡Seremo como el Che!”, meaning we will be like Che. To this day, revolutionary character is played upon as a central element to Cuba. Ideology, and popular support are the two central factors in any revolutionary government. Castro is no different in needing to establish both in order to gain power. Or is he?
Food in daily life for a Cuban is rather simple. My friend Vanessa Gutierrez, who is Cuban helps to explain the normal cultural lifestyle. Vanessa Gutierrez was born in the United States, but her parents are from Cuba, specifically from Santa Clara. The normal daily diet in Cuba is rather simple. It consists of rice and beans, also known as moros y cristianos.
Cuba history The history of Cuba began with the arrival of Christopher Columbus in 1492 and the assault of the island by the spaniards. Native groups where the Guanahatabey, Ciboney, and taino all inhabited the island. But most of them soon died from diseases or shock from the conquest of the spanish. Colonial society developed after Spain colonized the island in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries.
I was born in Bogota, Colombia on August 14th, 1998 and left only two years later in search of a better life in the United States of America. The United States is where I was raised, where all my childhood memories take place; the life I know is in this country. Although I have no memory of Colombia, I am still influenced by its culture. Furthermore, I have embraced my Colombian heritage, centering part of my identity on it.
We’ve reached the land that Columbus discovered, our mission is to find a route to the Pacific and gain resources along the way. We’re currently traveling along the James river in search of the Pacific, I believe it’s June now because of the scorching heat my other shipmates can’t stand being outside for too long. Captain Christopher Newport has led us since our departure from, because of his familiarity of the area, along with Captain John Smith, this’ll be my first voyage out to the colonies so I hope it’s a successful one.
It was 3:30 in the morning when our plane finally landed in Santo Domingo and I had just witnessed the scariest plane flight of my life. Along with the scariest flight in my life it had been the longest day in my life. I had been up for 22 hours straight, waiting and riding on plane flights that constantly got delayed or pushed back along with excruciating long car rides. Our mission team stayed the night at some nice hotel and in the morning we would take off for San Juan De La Maguana where we would stay the rest of the week. That morning we woke up extremely early and trudged into the elevators down to the lobby.
The Kuna people are an indigenous group that still live today in Panama and in Colombia. They got their independence from Panama in 1925. The Comarca de Guna Yala is the home to the Kuna people. It is 226 kilometers long, known as San Blas. It consists of 400 small islands, but the Kuna people only inhabit 59 of them.
Darkness engulfs the surrounding earth except the lake’s surface and porch floor. A large glass tabletop is bound together by a cold metal edge. Five outdoor metal chairs, each equipped with a cushion stare blankly off into the crisp autumn’s midnight air.
Growing up in Cuba, boys and girls were freely allowed to play with one another. Many girls would climb big trees to get fresh savory mangos. They would fall and scrape their knees while playing hide and seek and even play sports which were considered “manly”. Many girls preferred to work outside the house, they would perform jobs such as; repairing a broken fence or painting the house. Boys were never told not to play with the girls, in fact, they would also help out around the house and clean dishes after a meal.
When I lived in Dominican Republic my childhood was the best. I was surrounded of my friends and cousins. I loved to play with them. When a woman got pregnant I always went to her house to help her. When the baby was born I passed the all day in that house with the baby.
Today, I leave for the new world. My men have brought me news of a vast city made of gold and full of riches. With conquistadors and a few Jesuit priests to convert any new people that we may find the church, I am nervous. I must gather my men and, Pedro, angry with me. The governor has told me to not go, but I need this.
My parents and I moved to the Dominican Republic when I was thirteen years old. Living there as a young American came with many challenges. One of the biggest threats against foreigners is violence. Within my first years of living in Dominican Republic, I had experienced two incidents at it firsthand. The first incident happen a week before school began, I was mugged by two assailants; man on a motorcycle and another man on foot.