we had lots of people ask "why cuba?" and we made the realization that to generations behind us it may seem like visiting afghanistan or iran to our generation (maybe that's not a fair...). but, cuba is like a lost world. we watched people barter for food, cigarettes, and other commodities with bucket and pulley systems from windows stories and stories high. we talked with locals about how hard life is and how hopeless change seems. we made friends with a bar tender with dreams of a better life, somewhere far, far away...with hope in his eyes, but sadness for what that really meant.
things we'll remember about cuba: open doors and windows, a glimpse into everyone's lives. chippy paint, bright and hanging on. splurging on breaky our last day (for a grand total of $16.00) at the oldest hotel in havana. old american cars, as glorious as they said they would be. comida tipica (big tamales, pork tacos, rice...). walking, hand in hand, dreaming, free and wild. a box of cuban stogies and cheap t-shirts for the boys.
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