HAVANA TIMES – Some evenings, after half an hour of training, I go out for a walk, covering one or two miles.
I take my wife along, and we explore Westchase, the area where we live, perhaps the most Anglo-Saxon part of Tampa.
You hardly find any Spanish speakers here. Most of the residents are very white, blond, Caucasian, and well-mannered.
We enter one of those middle-class neighborhoods.
At first, she is apprehensive, feeling as though we are invading someone else’s territory, but I ignore her unease and move forward, so she follows me.
Each neighborhood transports me to the image of those residences I used to see in movies when I was in Cuba. Images that match the present reality. They are beautiful and spacious.
You don’t see anyone on the front porches, unlike in Cuba, where people are out on the porches, curious or rather gossiping, watching any pass
