Baracoa is a small little town on the east coast of Cuba, know for chocolate, it’s beautiful fruit and rain. Strangely enough, I love rain – there is something calming about it, especially when you can feel the air change.
On my first afternoon there, I had walked up to El Castillo on the top of one of the hills and was in perfect time to watch the rain come in over the town. The air cooled, the rain passed over, and in half an hour it was gone. This happened frequently over the next two days, and each time everyone retreated inside, then came back out and continued with their day as if nothing had happened.