Los Aretes de la Luna
This weekend we went to Miami for a wedding; one of my good friends from highschool was tying the knot and I wanted to see her and be with her on her special day. I have to admit that I’m always hesitant to go to Miami. I lived there for a year and even though it was great, there is something about this city I don’t like. I guess cities are like people; with some cities, you have great chemistry, with some you have a tough relationship. I have to say that I had a love/hate affair with Miami; I never felt comfortable in there and I can’t really explain why it didn’t work out. I guess not every city is for everyone and Miami is definitely not for me. I like going there for vacation, but I could never live there again. On the other hand, I most say that the fist time I saw Washington D.C, I fell in love; it was love at first sight. We have been together for 7 years and we are very happy. We enjoy each other’s company and still, after 7 years I find D.C. fascinating. I know that not everybody is perfect and that is why I try not to complain about D.C.’s windy winter.
Anyway, I can not deny that there are parts of Miami that are very charming, there are places that remind me of good friends I met and good times I spent there. There is a part of my life that will always be tied to this city. As I was driving around, I was thinking that the best part of Miami is when you find manifestations of cuban culture within the city. Simple things like the cuban coffee (1 spoon of coffee, 2 spoons of sugar and 1 drop of water), or places like cuban restaurants and bars, the people and their funny spanglish and off course, the cuban music make special this city that otherwise, would be a place without any character. That is what I like about Miami, its history and the “Banana Republic” it has become.
Every time I go to Miami or I see my friend R. (she doesn’t want me to reveal her name) I remember the night we went to “La Bodeguita del Medio” with some classmates. We had a great time listening to good music and telling stories. The highlight of the night was when I went on stage with a friend to sing Los Aretes de la Luna by la Sonora Matancera. I know I have a terrible voice, but that night every old cuban guy sang with us, and cheered us, except for my friend R who was so ashamed that went and hide somewhere in the bar. Miami brings me good memories,