“The Vizcaya I Met” by Rachel Young
The Vizcaya I met es distinto al Vizcaya que conoció mi mamá the first time she went back in the 90s
I met Vizcaya in mid-February un viernes con unos gran amigos and one of the most influential professors I’ve had
I met Vizcaya with some expectations and was left speechless when I turned the corner and saw the Bay I consider Vizcaya a friend porque sentí como si fuera parte de la familia Deering as I walked through the courtyards and gardens Not only did I feel like a friend of Deering, but I also felt like a friend of el Cubano who was responsible for bringing in the palm trees that corral the gardens A friend of all those who followed orders and garden plans A friend of all those who contributed to the creation of this historical relic A friend of all those who suffered A friend of all those who sacrificed The Vizcaya I met is frequented by Tias y Tios que están visitando los sobrinos It’s frequented by hopeful quinceañeras I know the Vizcaya I met that Friday in mid-February But what about the Vizcaya que conoció mi mamá? What about the Vizcaya que conoció el Cubano with the palm trees?