#contaxt3

yay camping! polluck pines

i still smell of firewood

A break from responsibility; its necessary every now and then

night life in trinidad, cuba:

Havana felt like a direct carbon copy of san fransisco. From the Caribbean wrapped piers to city hall, they share the same landmarks. It was different and oddly familiar.

The atmosphere is as if the sketchy tenderloin took over the entire city. Remains of post-revolutionary french architecture is reclaimed by nature; some buildings collapse in real time as days go by.

The streets are covered in poop, and mysterious green (sewage?) pools at every corner. It was a culture shock to go from quiet local town to the hustle and bustle of city life.

The best deals found within the blackmarket, people of Havana reside in deteriorating buildings. Making it work with what recourses are available. It is almost like walking through a war-torn city. However there are still little pockets of bliss and surprises in the form of cafes and restaurants. You can feel the hopelessness and desperation in the air.

The people of cuba purchase out of necessity; it is the complete opposite of the american capitalistic mindset. It taught me that having hobbies is a privilege, and that I am grateful for the resources that are available.

We only spent 3 days in Havana, maybe it was not enough to acclimate? It means a lot about a city if you feel uncomfortable to walk the streets after dark. (It was part of the adventure though!!

It also made us realize how much more we love the small-town + slower pace country side of cuba. Havana was sketchy as hell. Thank you and see you never!

Today's calle de palabra is "Asere Que Bola!"