This summer I went to Cuba and it was a summer but different from the others.

Different because only spent 10 days in one of the places that I love in this world the most. I only spent 10 days with the people I love the most, breathing the air that I love the most. Cuba is one of things that I love the most in my life. It’s my get away area. It’s everything. This summer was different though. I arrived, and man was it great to see everyone, to see the familiar faces that I hadn’t seen in so long. Unfortunately, there’s something really ironic about arriving at Cuba and that is that you just really can’t wait until you get to the airport and for the plane to land but once you enter inside the airport you can’t wait to leave. If you’ve ever been to Cuba you know that the system at the airport is only disorganized and that anything you do like looking for your luggage and changing the currency can get lengthy, lengthy as in hours. My little cousin and I spent 10 hours in the airport last year and didn’t leave until midnight, thankfully this year was different. This year when we finally walked out the doors, the white electronic sliding doors, it was a relief. Outside those doors is a little area with a tall metal fence that closes up the exit and outside the fenced area you can see plenty of Cuban people waiting for their long seen family members. As you can imagine, outside of course I had my own waiting for me. My cousin and parents and I had finally stepped out with our huge cart piled with luggage on top. I heard voices coming from all directions. To my left side was my aunt from my mom’s side accompanied with her daughter also known as my cousin yelling my name and waving at me. My heart was filled with joy. It was a surreal moment. A moment I had been waiting for all summer. This is joy to me. Joy is when I see my family. Joy is when I see the people I love the most. My voice cracked and I started weeping, weeping tears of happiness.  Across from me just a little to the right was my almost entire family coming from my dad’s side. It was so nice to see the familiar faces smiling at me with joy! Waving and calling at me. The airport attendant was patiently checking the luggage for tickets and here I was struggling to find the extra in my bag, I was frantic and impatient. Finally he said, “You can go.”  I rushed to where my family was waiting, but to my surprise they weren’t there, they were already waiting for me at the exit, this little opening in the fenced up area, and there I saw my uncle, and I gave him one of the biggest hugs ever, one that I haven’t given him in a long time, 13 months exactly. Then I saw his wife, who I look up to as an aunt as well, my little cousin’s grandma and grandpa were there too. The entire gang was there, the crazy gang that I call my family. The 10 days went by quicker than I had ever imagined and at times the days went by slow. We went to the pool, played dominoes, ate pizza sandwiches, we went to the carnivals, to the beach, played cards, ate beans and avocados, had diarrhea, played tennis, made lemonade, dressed up, scared people, danced, read The Book of Mormon, gave my family gifts, paid some people visits, and finally loved. During those days I loved because I felt the warmth of my family which throughout my daily life is practically inexistent, practically never there. I can’t wait till next year, to feel that irresistible warmth all over again.

Love (III), by George Herbert.

 

                             Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back

Guilty of dust and sin.

                              But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack

From my first entrance in,

                                         Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,

If I lacked any thing.

                                          A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:

Love said, You shall be he.

                                            I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,

I cannot look on thee.

                                     Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,

Who made the eyes but I?

                      Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame

Go where it doth deserve.

                      And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?

My dear, then I will serve.

                        You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:

So I did sit and eat.

Soneto LXVI Pablo Neruda

Soneto LXVI

No te quiero sino porque te quiero
y de quererte a no quererte llego
y de esperarte cuando no te espero
pasa mi corazón del frío al fuego.

Te quiero sólo porque a ti te quiero,
te odio sin fin, y odiándote te ruego,
y la medida de mi amor viajero
es no verte y amarte como un ciego.

Tal vez consumirá la luz de Enero,
su rayo cruel, mi corazón entero,
robándome la llave del sosiego.

En esta historia sólo yo me muero
y moriré de amor porque te quiero,
porque te quiero, amor, a sangre y fuego.



Este soneto de Neruda demuestra exactamente que el amor es y no es, que nadie lo entiende, que se transforma, que en un momento se siente y al instante desaparece. Que hace perder la razón y con el tiempo crece y más se pierde. Se ama lo que ya no existe y se comienza a odiar lo nuevo que se conoce, amando y odiando, y sintiendo que todo es amor, lo que detestamos y nunca soportamos, pero aunque morimos si todo acaba .

My first day of school!

Today was such a great day, although like at the begininng it didn't seem like it would all turn out good it did! :D
I woke at around 7 and my body was like NO :O So I ended up waking up at 7:30ish and left my house at 8:30
When I finally got unto i-95 it was quite horrible. There was sooo much traffic! oh and don't try to change lanes at 70 miles an hour. PLEASE. It doesn't work out to great in the end. I was so nervous throughout the entire drive though. I prayed countless numbers of times. When I finally got to school there was NO PARKING. Anywhere. I sort of freaked out then and there and I looked like a mad woman banging my hands against the steering wheel everytime I would turn into a corner and find that every space was occpuied by a dang car! But I did mention to find some parking, in the wrong area of course. I've been told though that FAU parking isn't truly enforced untill September 4th. so finger crossed! I finally parked and bang SWEAT. BTW IF YOU'VE NEVER LIVED IN FLORIDA DURING THE SUMMER IT GETS REALLY HOT. Like you can feel the heat in the air. It's like hawt! I. Can't. Even. But anyways I spent about two hours looking for my classes like a mad woman. Yesterday my friend Miti was able to help me a little and I got my classes looked for and everything but I wanted to go ahead and find them myself. Oh and let me tell you about how hot it was. AND SO MANY WHITE PEOPLE! geesh. It was so funny because I met a girl named melissa and she thought there was way too many black people. She said she went to like an all rich kids school though. So who know's! But anyways my first class was Interpretation of Poetry! I LOVED IT! The teacher was nice and at first I just stood there in front of the classroom. I was the first student there. and the class seems easy. After that I left the haunted green building with the stairs that crossed and that was filled with spider webs, It's building SO44. Gotta love FAU! :) So after that I went to SLS class. And my teachers name is Robert F Freund. He's germna, young, and loves to make puppets! He's so cool though haha! We talked about different personalities and Victoria and I ended up having similar personalities. Idk how that ended up being though O.o but anyways! Class ended at 12:52 and I had to mae it all across campus to the new building. Great! melissa and I were late and the class was FULL. It's my math class and I'm not sure how I feel about it, but we'll see! :) THAT WAS MY DAY! Followed by lunch with Melissa and a  music filled ride home on the highway! :) I LOVE FAU<3