Proust had his madelines and I have the media noche, café con leche, and guayabera to transport me into the wide web of my experience. In the Miami airport, G and I had lunch at Carretta’s, the delicious Cuban restaurant that is well worth a stop. We ordered media noches, café con leche and tostones and proceeded to have our palate overwhelmed with goodness.
My senses were in high gear as the men in guayaberas spoke that clipped Cuban Spanish – the native tongue of my father – and the food was sabroso – and the women wore tight pants and had long curly hair.