Eggs for Christmas

On the main street in Cienfuegos, we ventured into one of the local stores that sells basics like flour, rice, eggs, and boxed foods. We were on a mission to get eggs for Christmas morning breakfast and they weren't sold at the produce market (entire chicken? yes. eggs? no.). I grabbed a spot in line, …

Cuban Blues

Faded blue on the building side, peeling and cracking from time Shiny, bright blue of the classic car as it rolls by Royal blue on the Cuban flag, hanging proudly above the shop window Blue of the sky as it kisses the waves pulsing towards Malecon street Blue jeans, several pairs, tattered and hung on …

First steps into Cuba

The smell of stale cigarette smoke hit my nose as I turned the corner, exiting the walkway and taking my first steps onto Cuban soil. I immediately recognized the airport, as if I'd been there before. The low, tiled ceilings. The scattered fluorescent lighting. The lingering smell of burning tobacco in the musky air. It …

Cuba from the sky

The full moon sparkled over the city, lit up for the night. It sparkled back, blinking its innocent eyes up. I looked down at them both from my throne in the sky, curiously imagining this place off the grid. No red or green streets of traffic. No stars, instant reviews, or check-ins on Google. Just …