Havana! It is hard to put into words what our quick visit to this (mystical) island was like. Being Cuban-American and the product of exiled families made it even more bitter sweet and intimidating. That being said, I am so glad I went and saw what life in 2017 is like in Havana as a visitor. It has been a bucket list trip for a long time and somehow, I finally convinced my parents (at the young age of 30 and married with a child) to let me go.
I did NOT want to go on our babymoon the morning my husband and I were scheduled to drive down to Laguna Beach. I threw my version of an adult temper tantrum which was essentially lying down on my bed every five minutes while packing my suitcase (yes, I waited until the day we were supposed to leave to do this.)
How It All Came Together: It’s kind of a funny story…we met the night of our friends’ wedding on September 13, 2014. I was a bridesmaid and John-Mark was a friend of the groom. The ceremony began and as I walked down the aisle I noticed this tall guy standing behind the seated guests. He had arrived late to the wedding. As soon as the ceremony was over I asked whom the cute boy was standing behind the crowd. He was a friend of the groom’s.
No lie, every time I bring up a family vacation to my husband this is his answer “Why do we need to leave the USA?? It’s the best damn country in the world. There’s loads to see here. Why do we need to go to a different country” While 99% of the time, I just roll my eyes, it does get my head thinking about easy weekend trips that would be way more cost effective than a trip to Italy.