The Children of Jules Verne

The Children of Jules Verne

If you haven’t clicked on my “books” tab, then I must let you know that I love adventure novels. As a kid, I wanted to be an astronaut, although I didn’t know the word for it yet. So, when someone asked me what I wanted to be, I would say a “scientist.”

Of course, that was a lofty idea since I was born in Cuba and leaving the country was hard enough, let alone the planet.

But looking up at the stars every night instilled in me a sense of wonder. Even today, when I do something as mundane as taking out the trash in the evening, I look up and take a quick second to let the beauty of a starry night envelop me.

Thanks to my mother, I’ve always loved to read and as I got older, she started to buy me adventure novels.

I had a lot of friends growing up, but I would say that my true best friends were my books. I remember reading “From the Earth to the Moon,” and reliving my boyish wonder about space travel. I remember reading “Journey to the Center of the Earth” and wanting to travel and explore, even if it was only through my imagination.

And that’s what I began to do. I began to write stories, plays, poems and draw comics, most of it dealing with adventure.

I love to travel, despite the fact that I haven’t done much of it because I’ve never had the money to do it. But one day (while I’m still young), I hope to travel to Paris, Rome, Florence and so many other beautiful cities that are filled with history. I want to absorb the history of those places and let it fill my soul.

From The Mysterious Manuscript, to the sequel I hope to finish soon, to even the children’s book I’m working on, there’s always a theme of adventure in my work.

A lot of it has to do with reading Jules Verne early on. While I may have physically been in Cuba, my mind traveled to far and exotic places thanks to his prose. Every book is an adventure, especially when that book has an adventure theme to it.

My Mysterious Manuscript is not perfect. I didn’t have money to hire an editor, but the story is there, the heart and the passion are there. (For its sequel, I do plan to hire someone professional to take a look at it) And although it’s not perfect when it comes to things like punctuation and whatnot, I do hope that my passion for telling a good story is there. I hope that my sense of awe and wonder translate to the page.

As Ray Bradbury once said, “We are all, in one way or another, the children of Jules Verne.”

I know I am.

The Art of Wonder (part 1)

The Art of Wonder (part 1)

This past weekend I went on a road trip around Western Kansas with Rick, my father-in-law. The original plan was to camp out somewhere out in the wild, but the temperatures dropped really low during the night so a warm bed in Ness City sounded a lot better.

I’ve never done anything like this before, even though I love to explore and take pictures. Rick had not been to most of these places either, despite living in Kansas all of his life. In fact, many people who I know who have lived all of their lives in Kansas had never been or even heard of these amazing places. I’m thinking that this will change soon. I know that my photos have already inspired others to explore and I love that.

If you are interested in purchasing any of these pictures as a print, contact me at: Soon, I will set up a gallery where you can purchase the prints. The prints will not have the watermark. They will be limited editions signed by me.

This is part one of our trip in pictures.

Before we headed out to our first destination, which was Rock City, we decided to head west by taking some back roads. You never know what you’re going to find when you take those country roads that only locals know. Rick picked me up a few minutes before 6 a.m. and we took off with only one sure thing in mind: adventure.

It was a really cold morning, so I wasn’t a big fan of being outside unless I had a place or location in mind to shoot.

Right at sunrise, we found a local cemetery that seemed that it had been forgotten by time itself. The tiny cemetery was next to a picturesque windmill:


And of course, there’s the actual sunrise:


As we drove around, still heading west, we happened upon an old church. The church is apparently under construction and accepting donations for renovations. It also had a bunch of signs saying stuff like, “keep out, infrared cameras on.” It had too many of those signs, which made me think that it was probably a lie. Seems like the church’s owner was trying really hard to keep people away from breaking into the church. Don’t worry, we didn’t break in.

old church

Then, we stopped at “The Garden of Eden” in Lucas, Kansas. The Garden is a bizarre house (or it was) which was constructed by Civil War veteran Samuel Perry in the early 1900s. The location also houses a mausoleum where Perry’s body can be seen, at the price of admission, of course. We didn’t go inside since we had a lot of other places to get to, but it was certainly an interesting location.

Garden of Eden

One thing that I found peculiar is that Rick kept waving, or really raising his hand an inch or two from the steering wheel to greet oncoming drivers. I noticed that all of the other drivers were doing the same thing. He explained that this was the custom out in the country, especially among pick up trucks and such.

Being used to Miami traffic, where people usually raise one particular finger to greet other drivers, I was surprised by this pleasant country custom. Overall, I found drivers and people out in Western Kansas to be more polite than most drivers and people in Topeka.

After a brief stop at the “Garden of Eden” we headed to Rock City, which was the first “real” destination we had in mind. But for that, you have to wait for the next blog post!



View of Paris, Eiffel Tower

If I had the choice to live anywhere in the world, it would be in Paris. I have neve been there, but I’ve been in love with the City of Lights for as long as I can remember. My hope is to go visit in the next five years and I can’t wait! I would go sooner, but I have no money to do so.

There are so many things that I want to say about Paris that I feel overwhelmed and don’t even know where to begin.

Is it possible to love a place that I’ve never been to? Yes, it’s possible. It’s hard to describe the joy I feel in my heart when I think of Paris. And I know that not everyone understands, but those of us who have fallen madly in love with this beautiful city, can only dream of at least visiting once in our lifetimes.

Like I said, there are so many wonderful things I love about Paris that one post will not do it justice. So here are some of the things I love:


The Louvre
The Louvre
Shakespeare & Co.
Shakespeare & Co.
Notre Dame
Notre Dame

Besides beautiful locations, Paris is just a magical city. One really amazing thing is that by paying  20€ a month, you can watch as many films as you want at any movie theater in ALL of France. That just makes me want to move there even more.

But what I really want to do (if I can’t live there just yet) is spend a full week in Paris. Besides visiting the places pictured above, I would love to sit down in some little café and just write and people watch. Of course, there will be pastries and some coffee. And that would be my perfect afternoon in Paris. Nothing fancy. I just want to sit there and absorb Paris.

And as much as I love my two kids, this will definitely be a trip for me and the wife. Can’t wait!

Paris at night. Eiffel tower from distance