Before travel restrictions were lifter, my daughter and I travelled to Cuba. Flying in from Cancun on a spur of the moment trip, we spent 9 days on the island. The sounds, decaying colors, smells of gasoline, stray dogs, hot vibrations and sheer unpredictability of Cuba was overwhelming to every one of the senses.
It was the 50th anniversary of the Bay of Pigs during our stay, a day the Cubans were very proud of. We tried to keep a low profile, but it was hard to do, with my 19 year old daughter in tow. I was her body guard warding off the prying eyes and catcalls on the crowded streets.
We experienced some wonderful times, some difficult times (when we did not know where we would sleep at night and ran out of money) and met some of the friendliest people on earth.