Mari Rodriguez Ichaso - Diario de Vida - Life's Diary

This blog is to share my life, and especially my memories of my life in Cuba, where I lived until I was 19 years old, before and after the beginning of the Cuban Revolution. As well as my comments and thoughts. It will be written in either English or Spanish. But not in Spanglish. You will find thoughts and chapters of my books, etc. which I will post regularly. Scroll down and look into the Blog Archive on the right side of the page, filed by month, and clic in the stories you might like.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Love weather changes!

I am so glad that in New York we have snowy days, rainy days, windy days, crazy days, cold/freezing days. etc, etc...These pretty & warm Summer days are SO boring and predictable....Many might not agree ---but my spirit, as well as my body, need the energy and the drama of frequent weather changes and different skies..I am looking forward to the golden, cooler and gorgeous days of Fall...as fast as they can get here!

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Anonymous said...: Hola Mari!. Following your blog once again. Like you, I love the fall. After living just north of The Tropic of Cancer for more than 50 yrs (La Habana is just south of said imaginary line), I have become very sensitive to the slightest weather change by living life in the summer, " in perpetuum". But, when fall arrives in Miami, the colors change. It is the slant of the sun, the crisp, cool mornings and the beautiful sunsets which are devoid of humidity with pink, orange and bluish clouds. It is a time for outdoor walks, family gatherings with "piscina parties" (solo para mirar y no nadar pues "hay frio") in anticipation of the Holidays and of course, old guard Cuban family weddings. Yes, fall brings nostalgia and renewal to our lives. Looking forward to the Automnal Equinox...nos quedan tres (largos) meses. Saludos, Juan Carlos.; June 28, 2011 9:46 PM

Welcome to my bilingual blog!

I love having a personal blog!...Is a fun experience and almost a ' liberation' ! Like having my very own newspaper, where to talk freely about what impacts me, worries me, kicks my curiosity, surprises me --and about the many, many things that give me infinite pleasures. And -above all- about growing up and later having to leave Cuba! I am writing a book with many of the small chapters I will be posting --and this is a good way to show them to you.

Living in New York City I am also surrounded by so many things that grab my attention -- from very small and subtle ones, to enormous and grandiose moments or things.

This is a city that holds me tight and embraces me with a very warm feeling. I have never felt like a 'foreigner' here. It's like my Havana in the North!

And every time I fly into New York, coming from one of my many trips, seeing the gray buidings of the city makes me feel that I have returned to my home --where I have belonged for over 40 years. And I immediately feel happy to know that soon I will be inside of my apartment, my daily life, my routine, my 'refuge' on the 20th floor of a grayish building --where I have lived more years than I lived in Cuba!

And what will I post in this blog?....What am I to talk about? There are so many things I would like to comment! Politics. Movies, People....And above all my memories of a Cuba that does not exist anymore --nor will it ever exist again. A place that had many more good things than bad ones -- and it was mainly a gentle and decent place where to be born and raised, Thus I invite you to share my memories and the adventures of my life.

Mari Rodriguez Ichaso

I love the 'raptured' expression of my cousin Cristy Alfonso Ichaso, who -with her inseparable 'compinche', my brother Leon (wearing a suit and tie!) -snuck into the altar area during our cousin Marylin´s wedding. In the center is our aunt Mary Caballero de Ichaso, while Nena Garcia de Morató kisses her son, the groom Alberto Morató. This was on Dec 21 1958, the last time in our lives that the entire family was together. Ten days later the Revolution had started, mayhem took place -and we all ended up living in different parts of the world,

My aunt Fela Ichaso de Alfonso was my role model in many matters. She loved beautiful things and always left a trail of Miss Dior as she walked. Her bedroom also smelled of Miss Dior and her house at Havana's Country Club neighborhood had murals painted by Portocarrero and one of the first huge paintings Mijares ever did. She was very bright and rebellious, like all the Ichaso sisters. She would buy me copies of her favorite books and tell me great stories about her life, etc. --so ever since I was a little girl we were very close. She died in Miami, still very young --so I could not share with her so many important things that later happened in my life!

Mari Rodriguez Ichaso - Diario de Vida - Life's Diary

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Love weather changes!

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