Wanderlust

Like a Local — Day 2: Guanabacoa


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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 ready to take on the day. Gwanz and I met up at our central location, the Melia Cohiba Hotel, and headed to CafĂ© MamainĂ© to begin our Afro-Cuban Religion Airbnb Experience. Adriana, an esteemed professor throughout Vedado, had arranged for us to meet in the upstairs loft area to share a snack and  ...

Wanderlust

Like a Local — Day 1: Vedado & Havana, Cuba


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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 deprived. I was in Cuba, a place where the energy grabs you and consumes you in your entirety. My main girl, Gwanz and I managed to successfully end up in the same place at the same time for a second time since San Francisco. We met up in Fort Lauderdale and from there, we arrived in Cuba.  ...

Life

Protecting My Peace.


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For the past few days, I’ve spent longer in the shower washing the days away. Days that contain words unspoken, supressed thoughts and emotions, and reactions that I’ve successfully failed to act upon. My tolerance is near non-existent and I’m pretty much running on fumes. My mind is so busy and full that I’ve already made peace with the fact that I’ll be up for the most of the night. I can appreciate it though — the silence to unscramble everything that’s going on in my head. Plus, I know that  ...