A Decade of Truth
For a long time, I believed fidel castro and his revolution had robbed me. Taken Cuba away from me. And it's true that there are certain things that were usurped from me; my childhood on that island shaped like a crocodile, the security of living where generations before me had lived, knowing the place where my mother was born, where my father was born, where they lived, my grandparent's home. I've yet to walk the streets where my parents courted or lay flowers on the grave of my aunt Amanda, whose eyes have adorned the header of this blog from day one.
Yet despite all of these, fidel castro and his revolution could not take Cuba away from me. And nothing solidifies that fact better than this island on the net without a bearded dictator and our tenure here on the world wide web.
Ten years ago today I published the very first post on Babalu Blog. Little did I know that it would be the first of tens of thousands and that it would lead to a myriad of things, especially, and what I'm proudest of, the creation of this very special family. I am humbled by the love and support throughout the years from all of you.
There are so many of you to thank for making this auspicious day a reality that I could fill pages and reach the limits of our bandwidth. So please consider this post a tear-filled abrazo to each and every one of you. Thank you for sharing your love of Cuba with me and for fanning that flame of Cuba within me.
I do not know what the next ten years have in store for this blog, but I do know this: as long as Cuba remains enslaved and under the jackboot of tyranny, Babalu Blog will still be here.
fidel and raul castro will soon meet their maker and start on their journey to hell, and we'll be here to give you the play by play.
Viva Cuba Libre!