It’s hard to believe I was in Cuba ten years ago almost to the day. I was pretty sure I was going to remarry, so wanted to get to Cuba before it was too late. Before Cuba changed, before I was occupied with other things like more kids.
And one of those things has happened. I don’t think Cuba has changed much in ten years. Or in fifty for that matter.
I went with a Jewish tour without knowing anyone in the group. Although I’d traveled through Vietnam, Cambodia, and the Soviet Union on my own, I kind of liked the convenience of a tour in Cuba. Plus, it was my only option what with a child back in Chicago and a soon-to-be finace who probably didn’t want to help me shell out tens of thousands of dollars if I were caught entering the US illegally from Cuba.
These things weren’t an issue when I went to Vietnam in 1991, several years before the US and Vietnam restored relations. I thought I knew everything at 20. And was fiercely stubborn about doing things my way back then.