Part 1: Havana Sure Can Suck

Friday Morning I was on my way to the Hemingway Museum when I had a conversation with a Cuban woman who initially mistook me for an extraordinarily pale local. When she found out I was travelling alone, she asked: "Are you nuts?" I laughed. "The possibility has been raised." She grinned, high fived me, and … Continue reading Part 1: Havana Sure Can Suck