Love will take you anywhere. It took me from Cuba to way up the west coast of Canada, in Smithers, BC. It's a small town of 5,000 people surrounded by incredible mountains.

On Saturday mornings, my wife and I take our three kids to the local farmers' market. It's a beautiful moment, because we can buy locally grown vegetables for the week. There is always someone playing music, and people are happy.

My kids are having a very different childhood from mine. I grew up in Cuba across the street from the house of culture, which is like a school where they teach every instrument and every form of art for free. My dad was one of the guitar teachers, so I would come back from school, change my clothes and run to play hours of piano and guitar.

My mother-in-law loves making Sunday dinner. She does a really great roast chicken with salad and lots of greens. A while ago, we were all raising chickens and getting together once a year to slaughter them to last us the year. Well, this is the countryside.

My wife always makes sure I eat my greens. Being Cuban, it's hard, because we don't have a big culture of vegetables. We're meat lovers. When my dad comes to visit, we have a hard time getting him to eat his salad and broccoli. He says he feels like a rabbit. Greens haven't yet become a huge passion of mine, but I do understand the necessity.

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