old havana is so special. it's any port town that was discovered centuries ago with remnants of forts erected to protect the harbor (turned museums), churches old than our nation, and the smell of salt air, always. more than a week later and i'm still processing this trip, this place.
we found favorite spots (thanks to some friends of friends), viewed the city on foot, stole rooftop views to tuck away for memories of that time it was just the two of us in havana, snacked on fried cinnamon chips from street vendors, watched the sunset over the harbor from our 4th story balcony as music filled the street ...
i'll always remember the way the buildings seemed to peek at us as we wandered by. the ropa vieja & tamales from el chanchullero and an invitation to a secret bar that i may or may not have brought home to frame. napping, any time we wanted, in our historic airbnb. a week of no internet. sitting where hemingway sat decades ago, reading the words he wrote in those very spots.
after 4 full days in old havana we packed our bags and headed east in a 1950's chevy to varadero for a few days of sun and sand between our toes...
