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The timing and the weather were perfect.
Two months later and I am still thinking about it everyday. Tonight I may sign up for MLB.com’s coverage of the World Baseball Classic just to watch the Cubans again.
I was taken to the top of the Bacardi building to take pictures by a janitor, I was invited to watch budding boxers training in dress shoes, I took a picture of an ancient Jewish man proudly displaying his Obama pin, I was given flowers by a group of waiters who were happy to watch the game with me, I was enchanted by a little boy that pretended to take my picture as I wrote in my journal on a park bench, I watched old men play dominos and yell at one another for hours on a Sunday, I had a busboy share his potent rum with me through a barricade at midnight on New Year’s Eve, and I met Julio the animated butcher/sandwich salesman down at the ballpark who always found me a safe cab home. The people are amazing.
I predict I will be back there within a year.
