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A stroll through Hialeah

For the first 19 years of my life, my mother's house in the heart of Little Havana -- Calle Ocho y la 27 avenida -- is where I called home. To me it was the grandest place in the world since over the years I had grown familiar with, and knew by heart every alley, every neighbor, and every shortcut available through other people's yards.

However, the birth of my older sister's daughter, who was my mother's first grandchild, prompted my mother to sell our small, wood-frame house in Little Havana and purchase a doo-pleh (a duplex for those uninitiated in the Cuban-American dialect) in Hialeah on the same block as the doo-pleh my sister and her newborn were were living in at the time.

I was not too keen on the idea of moving to Hialeah, but I was busy juggling school, work, and the busy life of a 19-year-old and the last thing I wanted was to give up on the free meals and free boarding I enjoyed living with my mom. My experiment lasted all of one year, until I finally grew weary of life in East Hialeah and moved out on my own to a small apartment in Little Havana.

Although my niece grew up and my sister moved out of la ciudad que progresa, my mother chose to continue living in her doo-pleh in East Hialeah where you can still find her today. My visits to see my mother and the required drive into Hialeah is always adventurous, as you get to see a world that seems to live by its own rules and speaks its own language.

Below are a few pictures of what you see when you stroll through this fair city. They were sent to me by one of our loyal readers and friends.

I enjoyed them and I hope you guys enjoy them, too.

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