December 28, 2003 - January 4, 2004
Why go to Havana if you can go to Miami instead? The short answer? Masochism. I was very bothered by the juxtaposition of beauty and misery in Cuba and I could not just visit like a good little tourist. I actually had tears of joy in my eyes when I arrived in NY (after 12 grueling hours with a stop in Toronto). I've always been very proud to be American, and often am forced to defend my country against the sentiment of anti-Americanism I perceive in my country of residence, France. But now I feel like yelling from the rooftops of Paris: THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! The US may not be perfect, but it's the best thing out there.
|Santa Maria del Mar||Havana||freshly squeezed sugar cane||before the jelly fish attack|
|Havana||home made cola||another beautiful American||Beautiful American|
|Getting gas for our scooters||way to go Columbus!||Havana||shopping spree|
|The Capitol...in Havana?||Cuban coffee||Leeloo (back home)||Ché, my hero...not|
HOME | EMAIL