Such an amazing country filled with beautiful people and a culture influenced by none other.
The warm salty breeze from the ocean, the subtle smell of cuban cigars and the chants and yells of boys playing stickball in the alley. The sounds of 1940s Fords rumbling down the brick roads brought chills down my spine. (Especially when I thought about the horrible emissions these old cars produce.) I was fortunate enough to have the resources to travel to Cuba for Fidels last week in office. Here are some of my pictures. If youre interested in hearing what it was like for a young US citizen to be in communist Cuba, view my blog. I have all my journal entries posted.
