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havana again | cuba

travel August 25, 2014

I returned to havana with fresh eyes. I didn’t feel the love when I first arrived but wanted to give it another chance – after all, my whole experience of Cuba had been a tempestuous one! I felt that in the past two weeks I had learnt a lot about Cuba and the culture and Cuba had taught me a lot about just relaxing, enjoying and living.

I started walking the streets in a different manner. The whistles and kissing noises didn’t seem to bother me anymore, I was happy to eat at the same two restaurants for breakfast, lunch and dinner two days in a row, the tall narrow streets no longer made me feel uneasy, and I drank rum, danced on rooftops and smoked cigars with the locals. I left Cuba in lust, ready to go back again sometime soon and fall completely in love.

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santiago de cuba | cuba

travel August 21, 2014

So in Santiago de Cuba I fell – right on the curb, with bottles of water in my hands, in the middle of the street. It wasn’t like I tripped on something, my ankle just decided to give up on me for a second and I literally just fell forward onto the street. I picked myself up and laughed it off, but in my head I just wanted to be a child and cry! I was just starting to feel better after being sick for a few days and my day so far hadn’t been awesome – a lot of little things seemed to have got the better of me.

As I was walking away feeling sorry for myself I looked around at where I was and felt like giving myself a slap in the face. I was in Cuba, a country that has definitely had its fair share of bad days and at a much larger scale than I ever have and still seemed to carry on in a incredibly happy manner. So I did what any Cuban would do – I went and brought myself a 5 peso slice of pizza, ate a scoop of ice cream from the coppelia, had a rum, listened to music on the streets and went dancing!

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