Google Maps insisted that I was close, but I didn’t believe it. To be honest, I never believe the GPS. I often find myself arguing with the screen on my dashboard, second-guessing its suggestion to take a back street to save a mere two minutes. But this time, I reluctantly followed its instructions because I had no idea where I was in this very affluent and lush D.C. neighborhood.
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Taking a Cuban on a tour of DC’s recognizable monuments and memorials? Pump up their ego by taking them to the Cuban American Friendship Urn. You’ll find it in Parking Lot A, under the overpass of 395, a mere blocks away from the Jefferson Memorial. Don’t worry, a real Cuban will not be deflated by its location, but may ask you to crop out the line of parked cars in the background.
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The same way you can’t not notice this building, you can’t not be moved by the collection. The National Museum of African American History and Culture feels like a sacred space. A Sunday school dedicated to celebrating the richness and diversity, as well as educating and preserving the hard truths, of the African American experience.
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a little cuban goes a long way 