So many people have come together to make this possible. Not only your direct ancestors – to whom we will introduce you in time.Your great uncle Luis flew up from Venezuela to help us with the move and drive us down to Florida. Without him we 
would have been lost – probably literally and truly lost, seeing as your mother and I are both geographically challenged. Candice and Brooke organized a lovely sendoff for you and your Mom, Johana received us in her home i
n South Carolina, your Tia China waited for us in Orlando, Maria and Israel welcomed us in Florida, and Hilda, your unofficial Tia, opened her heart and home to you in Doral. They say that friends are the family we choose for oursel
ves. Hilda and your mother chose each other years ago, when they were studying together in San Vicente and she’s been part of our family ever since. (She was the only one your Uncle Randy would let cut his finger nails when he was small.) All of these friends have stayed in the house on 12th Street at one time or another and most have lived in (or at least visited) Maracaibo, where your other roots are anchored, so they are the perfect companions for this 
transition. We look forward to telling you the many tales of our journey – ask us about Fayetteville, about our faithful guide “TH”ara, or about the sudden rain in Miami the night we arrived which resulted in a breakfast of tortilla and birthday cake. For now let’s just get us from Barnegat Light to Miami.
would have been lost – probably literally and truly lost, seeing as your mother and I are both geographically challenged. Candice and Brooke organized a lovely sendoff for you and your Mom, Johana received us in her home i
n South Carolina, your Tia China waited for us in Orlando, Maria and Israel welcomed us in Florida, and Hilda, your unofficial Tia, opened her heart and home to you in Doral. They say that friends are the family we choose for oursel
ves. Hilda and your mother chose each other years ago, when they were studying together in San Vicente and she’s been part of our family ever since. (She was the only one your Uncle Randy would let cut his finger nails when he was small.) All of these friends have stayed in the house on 12th Street at one time or another and most have lived in (or at least visited) Maracaibo, where your other roots are anchored, so they are the perfect companions for this 
transition. We look forward to telling you the many tales of our journey – ask us about Fayetteville, about our faithful guide “TH”ara, or about the sudden rain in Miami the night we arrived which resulted in a breakfast of tortilla and birthday cake. For now let’s just get us from Barnegat Light to Miami. 
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