
"I bought a raspadura at a coffee window; I tasted my first coco frio, Cuban sandwich, and later that week Jorge's sister's picadillo," Glenn says. "I couldn't believe how friendly the Cuban people were; they even encouraged my few feeble attempts at speaking Spanish. Women greeted me with besos y abrazos – hugs and kisses. For me, Miami was something else, a tropical paradise."
That was how everything began for us. Somehow over the course of a few fishing trips and many vacations, something more than a friendship – a bond of brotherhood developed between two Cuban guys from Cayo la Rosa, Cuba and one American guy from Minneapolis.







