In the most spontaneous series of events, a group of 8 women and 2 men decided to pack their backpacks and board a flight to Havana, Cuba. Cuba has become America’s forbidden fruit. While most americans are either hesitant or fearful to travel to Cuba, particularly because of lingering fears from the historical “red scare” followed by a a travel ban, I was not ever fearful. Rather, I was quite the opposite. I was excited mainly because I have family roots in Cuba but also because of my love for travel. The flights were low, the flight was short, and the airbnb was reasonably priced. It was extremely doable to take a weekend trip to Cuba, spend little, and not take a day off from work. So in all actuality, I can meet my billable goals and explore a foreign country. Work hard play hard, call me the travel savvy esquire!
There are not enough descriptive words in the english dictionary to properly explain the remarkable beauty that is Havana. It was as if the airplane was a time machine and we were transported to the 1960’s and everything was left completely untouched. Havana is uncorrupted from the modern day travesties that are both a gift and a curse. There are no GPS systems and yet with only a mere address the taxi can take you to your exact destination. The buildings were colorful and beautiful. The streets of Old Havana are paved with stone. Actually, to be a bit more relatable, it was as if the time machine took us back to old Miami. The Miami that was before the greed of money and high rises corrupted it.
As an island girl, I thought Havana would be just like any other island. Small, tropical, and beautiful sand. To my surprise, Havana was so much more. There were so many moments when I walked down the streets of Havana and felt as though I had been dreaming. None of it seemed real. I guess it was hard to imagine a city without the pollution, traffic, rudeness, litter, and people too occupied with their phones that they can’t say hello.
Havana is breathtaking, it is fun, and it is absolutely beautiful.