Devyn Rafols-Nuñez

My Tía (aunt) Felita, 82, had two words when I told her I was going on my first trip to Cuba. “Good luck,” said my great-aunt, who left her homeland in 1968. Tía Felita refuses to return. It’s the place where she talks of surviving on food rationing, dwindling down to just 79 pounds. To her, it’s where she lost her freedom. Tía Felita’s hopes for change are tattered with skepticism. “It’s still very bad over there,” she said. “Did you hear about Castro’s funeral?” my great aunt chuckled. “The je…