It’s my last full day in Cuba. Gwanz and I are preparing to head to Callejon de Hamel to view the show that’s performed every Sunday and to follow through with our previous plans: finding a “babalawo” for a reading. It ...
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A myriad of reggaeton and salsa music entered my apartment. My Cuban alarm clock had gone off. Apparently, this is how Cubans begin their mornings and I was totally here for it. I had finally gotten some sleep, even if just 4 hours, and I was ...
Twenty four hours had passed before I got a chance to lay my head down in my Cuban apartment. So much preparation went into this trip that I just couldn’t fit sleep into my schedule. To be honest, I didn’t yearn for it nor did I feel ...