One last dance – Havana
A couple of months before I left to Havana, I took up salsa lessons. I went every week, sometimes twice, even in poor health without fail. Like a kid who […]
A couple of months before I left to Havana, I took up salsa lessons. I went every week, sometimes twice, even in poor health without fail. Like a kid who […]
Although Trinidad was an “hour” away (when all’s good) from Cienfuegos, we took a detour to Santa Clara that cost us an additional four hours of driving time. Intentional inconvenience […]
At 9am, we hit the highway to Pinar Del Rio. I asked Vladimir to play some music to break the painful silence. And most importantly, I wanted to feel like […]
We began our journey into one of the few remaining realms of socialism or what’s left of it. We landed in Havana in total excitement of facing our assumptions and […]