“Mi vida! Mi amor!” We landed in Havana. With our heads outside the taxi windows, we were dazzled by the ride. The hostel that hosted us was colorful and airy, but it was the piña coladas and the mojitos at 2.5 CUC ($1.50) that truly captivated us. We drank four. …
January 16, 6 am I was running late, in the corridors of the airport. Accelerated and barefoot, I passed the security, almost lost the plane, and I started my first trip alone. My parents didn’t like the idea. Months before, Paris was the scene of death and terror. Although fearful,…