D.C. in 48 Hours.

I was fortunate enough to visit Washington D.C. for the very first time, and I can only say one thing: historical sights + intellectuality + incredibly good food + Runners all day everywhere = What else could I ask for?

I find just think is amazing how the culture of a population can shape a city into that beautifulness that D.C. actually is. Probably this is something that everyone will tell you, but you never imagine what D.C. really is until you go there. It made me love this country even more.

Plus, the fact that you can access museums / monuments / the national zoo without having to pay for a ticket, will be equal to a very high quality trip at a lower cost compared to other cities (if you’re looking to travel on a budget, of course).

Now, without any further ado…here are some pictures of the trip.

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The wing of the plane was saying “Howdy!” as the light went on and off. My friends photobombed this picture making it a very bizarre one.

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This is what I love the most about capitalism. Unlike social democrats think, you do have a lot of options in the market. For instance, you can chose to flight with a luxurious airline or you could just pick one that will only charge you for want you’re willing to pay for.

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Capitol Hill.

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By this time I already knew I loved the city.

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Washington Monument.

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National Air and Space Museum. I’m kind of obsessed with planes. I’ve always been. My father used to be a pilot and therefore I grew up around helicopters and flying objects. Being here made me feel like a complete kid again.

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A plane made by the Wright Brothers…How incredibly cool is that?

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If you’ve ever asked yourself how people was recruited to go to war, here it is the answer. A poster that seemed to be made for kids, shows the benefits that soldiers could obtain if they volunteered to join the Royal Air Force. But also, showing the evil reality of war in a very colorful and “cute” way (I guess?). Really bizarre.

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The White House.

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Probably the best burger I’ve ever had at the Bluejacket Brewery. They serve it with a huge pickle on a side which is heaven for me. If I had to make a life or death decision between this burger and one from shake shack I’ll pick this one. And that’s a lot to say.

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Biking around the National Mall was one of the most exciting parts of the trip. It also made up for the runs I skipped that weekend. Cheers for enjoying a city while doing physical training.

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Out the small portion I saw from the National Art Gallery, this paint really captivated me. I don’t remember the name of the lady in the portrait. But her pose, her dog, and the colors she’s wearing (which were really uncommon to wear for ladies of society at that time) made me think she had a free spirit. To me, she was not afraid of showing off a strong personality and a spoiled behavior. Who nows if she really was like this in real life, it might be all in my head. But my perception of her is kind of inspiring, so I chose to believe in it.

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My beautiful friends pleased me by coming with me to visit the Library of Congress.

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The National Zoo is all about Pandas. And if you think Pandas are cute, watching them play in real life is 10 times more cute.

48 hours are more than enough to fall in love with D.C. but a really short time to go to all the places I wanted to go. I can’t wait to be back.

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How To Deal With Offensive Messages.

Hello! I had a well deserved rest day yesterday and there’s some anaerobic exercises waiting for me tonight. So, I’m not here today to talk about running but to tell you a little story about racism.

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Wait Chapel at Wake Forest University: Martin Luther King Jr. spoke here in October 2, 1962. I took this picture last year on my visit to North Carolina for the Summer Seminar organized by the Institute for Humane Studies.

 

For those of you who don’t know me very well, I’m hispanic and I come from a country that has all the problems in the world except for racism. Even though people there discriminate depending on people’s social class, it is really hard to see a discrimination act by race. Therefore, discrimination by race is really foreign to me. I know it exist but  I didn’t know what it was because I never experienced it until last week.

I don’t like to call myself a “victim” cause I don’t considerate myself one whatsoever. But the point is that last week a crazy lady on the street verbally attacked me and my friends with a racist message. She came out of her house as we we’re walking on the street, pointing her middle finger at us  and with a mocking voice she yielded:

Hey! Do you know how to speak English?“, (we assumed she asked this because we were speaking in Spanish)

As we answered “yes” being completely confused.

Oh yeah? Well then go back to where you come from!” she replied.

I think she even used the F word, but I honestly don’t remember cause I was in shock. Funniest thing is that I’ve spoke to here in the past. We’ve engaged into full conversations in English. So, definitely she must have some sort of a mental disability.

Anyhow, I do think there’s an important lesson in here. When I tell this story and people ask me how I feel, I can’t say I feel humiliated. Yes, I’m shocked. And no, I don’t want that lady to speak to me ever again. But I don’t feel humiliated.

This whole story just make me rethink about what fairness really is. Is it fair for me to feel humiliated when another person was offensive to me for no reason? Of course not. If she was upset with life and decided to retaliate against us to get even, that’s her problem not ours. That’s her crap, not mine.

Having this perspective of fairness has helped me deal with many offensive people in the past. When you learn how to recognize the crap in other people, you acknowledge that is not fair for you to feel bad for a crap that is not even yours. If you feel bad for it, then you’re recognizing. It means that is somehow true to you, and you’re automatically entitling yourself to it.

So next time somebody throws you their crap, ask yourself if you want to catch it or not.

Today I came across with this quote Murray N. Rothbar (If you like political theory I strongly recommend  you to check him out).

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You’re the only one responsible for your own reality, and that’s it.   

I know this might sound really cheesy, but God! Love is so much easier than hatred. Try to love a little bit more and accumulate less crap.

Speaking about love, did you know that today is Elvis Presley’s birthday? I’m going to leave one of his songs here, just because I listened it today and it just made my whole morning. So pretty, I love Love.

 

Novedades del Blog: Por qué ahora escribo en Inglés

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¡Hola!

Si eres un lector recurrente de este Blog, seguramente estarás muy extrañado porque este espacio ya no es lo que solías conocer. Los artículos ahora están en inglés y además, ya no escribo tanto de libertarianismo como antes.

Bueno, no me extraña que te sientas extrado/a. Fueron dos años los que dediqué a defender las ideas de libertad en este espacio. Ha sido mucho lo que he tenido que leer y analizar para poder escribir todo lo que publiqué. Disfruté mucho el proceso, pero poco a poco me empecé a dar cuenta de que hay muchas otras cosas más que me apasionan, y de las cuales también me gustaría escribir.

Después de todo, eso es lo más valioso de la libertad. Ser libre para tomar la acción de reconocer algo y tomar una decisión coherente a ello.

Sin embargo, el proceso de decisión fue largo. No sabía cómo empezar a subir contenido nuevo en el blog. Todo lo que pasaba por mi cabeza era: Que alguien me explique, ¿cómo rayos voy a escribir de todo lo que quiera si este blog ha sido solo de libertarianismo por dos años?

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Bueno, comencé por cambiar el nombre de Perspectiva de Libertad a NathyCure (mi apodo del colegio) y un día, de repente, sólo comencé a postear, sin pensarlo mucho. Por lo que con este post, pretendo responder a las preguntas que surgen como resultado de este cambio:

¿Por qué ahora escribo en Inglés?

La razón por la cual ahora escribo en Inglés es muy simple. Desde el 2015 la mayoría del tráfico de este blog viene de Estados Unidos. Además, han sido muchas las personas que me han pedido que posteara en Inglés, y como es más probable que una persona de habla hispana sea capaz de leer un artículo en Inglés que al contrario, pues decidí cambiar el idioma.

¿Qué pasará con los artículos en español?

Aún planeo seguir escribiendo en español, porque: 1. Hay temas que les interesarán más a la audiencia de habla hispana. 2. Hay cosas que simplemente necesito expresar en español, como buena latina.

Tampoco he planeado deseachar mis post viejos que tantas horas de sueño me han costado. Todos estarán disponibles en la sección The Spanish Archive, por si te interesa indagar en el pasado.

Y… ¿Qué pasará con el libertarianismo en este blog?

Tampoco dejaré de escribir sobre libertad. El hecho de que ahora lea otro tipo de libros y esté entrenando para medio maratón, no desplazará a Hayek, Mises, Rand, Rothbard, Hoppe y al resto de los autores que cambiaron mi vida.

Lo que quizás haga que este blog sea uno de los más dispersos que puedas encontrar, but you know what? La espontaneidad también puede ser cool. Tan cool, que Hayek explicó los procesos sociales a través de ella. LOL.

De vuelta a la seriedad, ahora mismo trabajo en un artículo sobre libertad que tengo previsto publicar pronto. Pero si hay algún tema de discusión que quieras traer a la mesa, no dudes en enviarme un tweet o dejar un comentario en Facebook.

Cheers!:)

 

 

 

 

 

Miami Diaries: The Culture of Cuban Coffee

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I was stunned the first time I saw how people make Cuban Coladas. You might think is just a regular espresso with tones of sugar, but the process of preparation is as beautiful as strange. They start by brewing a very strong coffee on any espresso machine they have.  They’ll took the first little dash that comes out, and whisk it with at least 1/4 cup of sugar. By the time they’ve achieved a beige meringue, the rest of the coffee should be completely brewed. They stir everything together dissolving the sugar paste in the rest of the coffee, and there it is, the Cuban Coladita.

The result is a dark and thick liquid of the size of two long espressos. They’ll divide one Coladita into five tiny shots that will wake you up faster than a Red Bull. Tough coffee-drinkers at Miami will often prefer one of these over a Starbucks or any other kind of coffee. Plus, being able to have one at almost any gas station makes the situation a little worst.

My Brief Story on Cuban Coladas.

I remember the first time I had one of those shots, oh yeah. I was feeling miserably sleepy and cranky, wanting desperately to go back home. It wasn’t until I had my first shot of Colada, that I immediately started to feel different. I became happier, and saw the world in a brighter way. Of course I had to post it on Instagram asking: Who needs Red Bull when you have Cuban coffee?

Even though I’m an avid coffee drinker, I can’t do a full Colada by myself. At some point, that extremely sweet coffee flavor is something I can’t handle any more. I was kind of disappointed at first, since I saw myself as the ultimate coffee-drinker. Therefore I started cutting out the sugar later on. I also decided to share my Coladas instead of having the full cup. By doing this, I discovered that giving away these shots could be the perfect opportunity to start a conversation, even with a complete stranger.

The Culture of Cuban Coladas.

One of my coworkers, on the other hand, can do a full sugared Colada by herself. It’s weird if you don’t see the empty cup on her desk. She actually dislikes the flavor of my sweeteners, so we can’t split coladas for real. However, since her love for coffee touched me from the beginning, I make sure to get her one colada every time I’ll get one for me.

One day I got to work with two Coladitas. One made without sugar for me, one with full sugar for her. I was planning to offer shots of my Colada to whoever wanted, as a complete stranger offered me once. What I did not know was how many people would benefit from those two Coladas I was bringing in. Apparently I was not the only one who needed a pick-me-up that afternoon. Six people in total, took their shots of coffee. My coworker ended up sharing hers as well. They called me a lifesaver, because they needed those Coladita shots to keep up with work that day. Right after that, they got back to work re-energized.

I just felt incredibly fulfilled.

This experience made me realize that Cuban Coladas are more than a technical process on how to make certain coffee. Cuban Coladas are in fact, a cultural tool for interpersonal relations, because they’re designed to be shared. For some unexplained reason, everybody jumps out of their chair when they see a Coladita coming in. Specially at Miami’s workplaces, where bringing in Cuban coffee is almost like a sign of cooperation between you and your peers.

What started as an attempt of reconciliation between that coffee and me, ended up as a weird tradition. Nowadays, I won’t have a Colada if I’m not able to share it with somebody else. From that moment, a Colada was never the same for me anymore.

Is there any interesting experience you’ve had with coffee? Share your thoughts down below!