Cuba astounds me.
I could get lost here, in this place that is so close and yet so far.
I could lose myself in its story-rich pentimento and in its exuberant, creative potential.
This is a moment, in a place, where the past and the future touch each other.
Easily, and with great sweetness, I am drawn by the kinship that is our history,
and I long for more.
Havana, Cub. Photo: Lisa Lindblad
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