I’ve always held a strange fascination with forbidden places. When I was in college, I was determined to travel to Vietnam and Cambodia, two countries not on the typical American tourist map.
Cuba was the same.
The more forbidden, the more attractive. So in 2004, I’d met my future husband and could see a bright future with maybe a couple more kids. Before I became tied down again, I wanted to see Cuba.
I’d read about legal trips there (although I had friends who just went on their own through a third country) and signed up with a Jewish mission that took me to Miami and from there to Havana.
This is what I saw when I stepped out of the plane onto the metal staircase.
Although I had a visa, being in Cuba still felt a little like raiding the cookie jar when mom wasn’t looking.
I’ll post more photos from that trip in the days to come. Havana is a vibrant city that’s truly a throw back to 1959.