We arrived in San Miguel de los Baños thanks to the Basques’ Pregabalin pills. Or, better said, thanks to my mother having such a bad stomach ache that she ended up hospitalized for two weeks. Sharing a hospital room sometimes brings people together forever.
There my mother met Maricusa and her daughter Liz Maray, who was accompanying her The two sick old women had a great time telling each other stories about their lives. Thanks to the dedicated care of the doctors and their inspiring conversations, they came out alive. Months later, some Basque friends left us a bag with strange pills that we gave to several people.
We only had one left that we didn’t even know what it was used for. My mother began to think about who was taking Pregabalin and remembered that Maricusa needed it for her illness. And since we had planned to go on vacation to Matanzas, we decided to take a short hop to the town where she lives, which we had never heard of.
When we left the La Catedral stop on a moped-drawn cart to the Matanzas terminal, we didn’t suspect that we would find such a unique place and family. My two children, aged 4 and 13, my husband and I with a backpack each, plus two overnight bags, were packed on that moped like sardines in a can. We were talking about the seven kilometers we had to walk from Coliseo to San Miguel when a lady who was sitting in front of us told us that she was from there.
Nuria immediately realized that we were going to Maricusa’s house and offered to.
