I lost control of my life once but I'm on my way to getting it back. I'm a chef and for some reason I found love again. I found another language where no matter if you don't speak another language, you communicate through flavors, through memories from your childhood, experiences from places where you've been, and I fall in love with the power that this new stage of my life brings, where I can express my feelings, my anger, my joy, my disappointments, my roots, and my love. I'm Cuban, I love being Cuban, and I love life. I'm back and stronger than ever. Thank God first and foremost, because he rescued me, saved me, and gave me another way of living.
