My future postings would not be complete if I didn't include a few of my thoughts about getting there.
All I have to really say is: Cuba.
It might have been the debate on the 1898 Spanish-American War that I totally owned in history class in 10th grade, or it might have been the pure interest and extensive personal research on the country... but I was absolutely taken over as we flew over this nation. It was around 1am in the morning when we flew over, but I could see the lights and the large gaps of stark darkness, those which I presume were countryside / my imagination took me to a guerrilla warfare countryside. I tried picturing Che wandering around and such..
So, this was my Ode to Cuba, as we flew over for the grand total of approx. 7 minutes, if even:
Ruben Gonzalez's version of Siboney
Celia Cruz's version of Guantanamera
It was quite an ethereal moment. So close... I truly basked in those 14 minutes I had of Cuba.
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