"Turquoise taxi driving the streets of Old Havana, Cuba"
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The float
was to be a ship. The three sisters were to be sailors. Their father was a
master woodworker who enjoyed his art, and poured his heart into his work. The
day of the carnival arrived and it was a beautiful parade float, shaped like a
boat, with steering wheels and nautical decorations. The floats that went down
the town streets were guarded by the national guard, and one guard in
particular wore a gleaming white smile, looking distinctly over to one of the
sisters.
It was
the end of the parade, and many of the local girls were instructed to drink (or
dump) as many drinks as they could get the visiting gentlemen to buy, all in the
name of their city of course. The young national guard that took a liking to
one sister, was named Diego, and her's was Amarilis. They sat together, drank
and chatted, you could tell a romance was blooming, but he had to go back into
his military duty and time would have to tell. They meet again only once,
when he is on leave, and he proposes to her.
On a
beautiful clear morning Amarilis receives a letter from her fiance and it reads, “You must be ready, I am coming to visit you, and we are to get
married." The date he was arriving was that same day. With anticipation and
panic she prepared for what would be her wedding day. She headed out to the
local baker and ordered a wedding cake. She fitted her sister’s wedding dress
and prepared by telling family and friends. Not long before receiving the
letter she sees Diego walking down the street and towards her house. The
cake barely made it, and fell a bit to the side being mushed, but the smiles in the room were
from ear to ear. They were truly a beautiful couple. The day and year was June
4, 1958.
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