So many memories…..

Jose, so many memories…..I specifically remember our scouting thru the only ‘montaña’ in Guanabo (that we knew of), which was merely an upslope of rocks on the almost-flat 484 Street.

I also remember how you were trying to emulate ‘Evil Knievel’ on your motorcycle, and of course, everyone on the block would say: ‘Este muchachito está loco’….

And….when they torn down our hotels your father, Felipe, used to always mark a spot saying
‘this is where our bedroom was’.

..and let us not forget when Juani used to come visit Guanabo after she moved to Guanajay,
as you and I would strive to get her attention, and of course, the one that would end up getting her attention, without even trying, was ‘Armandito’, the Scolapios Basketball Hero (at least in my and Juani’s eye he was a hero)

Going to ‘El Mirador’ of Bellomonte was like going to DisneyWorld….Thanks for remind us to keep up our roots….I hope you can pass on this legacy onto our offspring.

Mari