A little piece of homeland

I have a Cuban-American friend who recently visited us. She had not walked the streets of Bayamo before.

Needless to say, she was subjugated by the cleanliness and architecture of the city. I led her first through the historic squares of the Plaza del Himno and Plaza de la Revolución, the latter named after Carlos Manuel de Céspedes.

After lunch, she filled her senses with the colors of the largest Cuban flag she had ever seen, hanging from the second floor of the “Manuel Muñoz Cedeño” Provincial Museum building.

After the emotion with the stripes, the triangle and the solitary star of the flag, it was inevitable to visit the birth house of the Founder Father.

At the end of the tour we visited the Wax Museum, the only one of its kind in the country.

For my friend, the experience was unique; for me, too.