I was born in New York, but I'm of Cuban heritage. Maybe there's a little island in my blood.
My parents made it a point that, although I was born and raised in New York City, I needed to speak Spanish because they wanted me to be able to communicate with my elders when I went to Santo Domingo or when my family came to visit from Cuba.
So I do not consider myself a chronicler of my fatherland or even a chronicler of Havana.
I'm Cuban-American, everybody says. I have a Cuban background, Cuban blood.
I'm Cuban. Both my parents are Cuban. My grandparents are, too. Although I have no idea where Fit comes from.
Maria Canals-Barrera is Cuban and from Miami and I'm part Cuban and from Miami, so needless to say she became a quick friend.
My grandma was actually a pretty well-known opera singer in Cuba, and then my mom was a ballerina. Two of my three sisters are dancers, so we grew up in the arts.
I am Cuban, my parents are Cuban, and I was not adopted.
