Circa 1950, my future father was a very young banker in Sagua La Grande (near the Isabela Port). He decided to take a little vacation and went to Ciego de Avila (close to Camaguey) to visit some family friends.
My father knocked on the door. My future mother answered it! (She happened to live next door and was visiting a friend who lived in that home!)
Nevertheless, we remember that it all started many years ago in December.
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