CUBA
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.
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| Santa Maria del Mar | Havana | freshly squeezed sugar cane | before the jelly fish attack |
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| Havana | home made cola | another beautiful American | Beautiful American |
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| Getting gas for our scooters | way to go Columbus! | Havana | shopping spree |
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| The Capitol...in Havana? | Cuban coffee | Leeloo (back home) | Ché, my hero...not |