(Texto que originalmente escribí en inglés para otro blog)
|Part of the neighborhood where I was staying|
By the beginning of 2001 and I was 11 years old. I suddenly told my mom I wanted to do gymnastics because I saw it as such a fun and cool sport. I wanted to get as flexible as the girls I saw at competitions on TV, they just seemed so free to me. I actually convinced her to sign me up for the gymnastics class at the Juan Pablo Duarte Olympic Center, here in Santo Domingo. The funny thing is that seven months after that, I was enlisted in the rhythmic gymnastics national selection.
|Me (secong one from left to right) and my gymnastics group|
By 2002 I was already going on my first trip out of the country with the group. I remember that we stayed at a 3 stars hotel and we had lunch and dinner at the Estadio Panamericano of Havana, where we also trained everyday from very early in the morning until the afternoon. We once took a ballet class, and I can recall thinking that it was one of the hardest things that I had ever done. One day we decided to walk around the city. We went to this flea market where they had all kinds of crafty stuff. I bought a small purse made entirely of seeds. One of my mates bought a note book made of recicled materials.
We also had some fried chicken at a cute restaurant in Old Havana. We saw a lot of Cocotaxies that day. Another thing I remember is that snacks were incredibly cheap. We used to always go to the hotel’s pool and buy a lot of different potato chips and cans of soda. I think I was too young to appreciate the experience as it deserved, but at least that trip is something I keep in my memory. Now that I’m an adult I’m glad I had the opportunity to visit a country with such culture and history as Cuba. Who knows if I go back in another time of my life.