When I first told people I was going to Cuba for a whole month I got mixed reactions:
From my friends who knew my hot foot well "Oh wow, awesome, take lots of pics!"
I've always had this deep desire to go to Cuba; it was always high on my bucket list. And it's not like I knew the history in full detail. I knew mojitos, classic cars, Hemingway, cigars, Castro and the movie Bad Boys ending in Guantanamo. But the desire to go remained strong.
Over the years too, my friends tried encouraging me to write a blog so they could follow my travels around the world. I had no time for that. I was too wrapped up with my hectic corporate career jet setting on business trips. Plus, I thought if I had just uploaded a few photos on Facebook, they would be pacified.
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