Havana, Cuba

Like the song goes, half of my heart is in Havana. And the other half I left in Bali, so I don’t really know where that leaves me.

I’m in absolute love. My friend Lisa and I have been talking about going to Cuba for a while, but weren’t really sure when it would happen. So when the opportunity came up to go - we jumped. And we jumped in with both feet.

We started our trip in Havana, which is a stunningly gritty city. All kinds of restaurants, tiny shops, hidden bars, dilapidated buildings, crumbling marble, winding spiral staircases, street dogs, and salsa music floating in the air every corner you turn. We barely saw the inside of our casa particular (a private family-owned homestay) and wandered the streets every second we could. Rooftop bars, mojitos, bike pedal taxi rides, we soaked it all in.

We then went to Trinidad and fell even more in love. A bit more quaint than Havana, but it that’s not to say it lacks any character - not in the least. We adventured through the streets and had cortaditos at Cafe Don Pepe, had our fair share of rum and danced in a cave at Disco Alaya, went to Playa Ancon to lay on the beach and made some friends at Cafe El Mago. Two nights in Trinidad just wasn’t enough, so I guess we will have to go back. Unfortunately, I barely took more than two photos in Trinidad because we were too busy drinking rum and having fun!

On our drive back to Havana, we stopped at the city of Cienfuegos and swam in the Bay of Pigs. Also amazing! We ended in Havana and cheers’ed with one last mojito at La Guarida, which offers an amazing view of the city. Yet another trip in the books that has deeply affected my spirit. I felt energized, peaceful, free, and happy while we were there. Obsessed with the people, the language, the strength and the community in Cuba. I’m not going to bother unpacking my bags because I will be going back the first chance I get.