In 1990, I moved from Argentina to the United States to become a family physician. Through my job and other volunteer activities I was initially surprised to find Latin America hiding in industrial parts of the Mid West, walking proudly in Pilsen or dancing Salsa in downtown Chicago. I discovered Mexico living in the middle of the Iowa cornfields, and El Salvador unionizing meat packing workers. I have heard the stories of those who walk the street of Cincinnati but have left their hearts in Guanajuato; and those who curiously research some unusual bug in Durham, North Carolina. Spanish speaking immigrants find me; or I find them. My life has been made much richer through listening to their stories. “What prompted your decision to leave your country?” I often ask. We migrate for a diversity of reasons, some happy ones, some painful ones. Here is my homage to the women, men and children whose stories I have heard or witnessed.