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.

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) Ch, my hero...not

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