My dear friend of 30+ years is a first gen Cuban American. Her parents were on one of the last flights out of Cuba with the maternal grandmother. The maternal grandfather refused to leave. He died there. About 10 years ago, she and her brother took their parents back to Cuba. We talked about the experience and the one thing that I'll never forget her saying is, "we never ate fish...not at one restaurant...even though we were on an island." Then she told me it was because there were no boats for fear that they'd be used to escape to the US. So crazy.

Glad you're here.