|Along the "Malecón", just outside of Old Havana.|
|One of the streets in Old Havana.|
|Young boys go for a swim on the "Malecón".|
|A puppet show on one of the streets of Old Havana.|
|Churros outside the Chocolate Museum!|
Probably a big part of why they were so interested in us was because the country was only just starting to open up to tourists when we went. They were probably very curious about the differences between our countries and theirs, between our lives and theirs. But I think the very nature of their curiosity and genuine kindness was their culture and personalities. I loved learning about how many kids they had, what they did for a living, and their favorite artists that they listen to.
But along with these friendly interactions, were also heartbreaking ones. People were open to talking about their lives, but sometimes, if we weren't in a public place, they would reveal to us stories about their family members living in the United States that they haven't seen for years or their willingness to watch an NBA game. Of course, everyone is different. Some people love the United States, some are hostile towards it, but I think it was important for us to hear these stories.
Walking through the streets of Old Havana, I learned lessons about appreciating the little things, loving one another, and staying positive during tough times. The Cuban people have been through so much, but they continue to have an unbreakable spirit. I admire and I aspire.
|Every Friday, an orchestra would play classic songs outside. Beautiful music!|
|Sculptures like this are all over the city.|
|Love these dogs! Each one was unique and painted by a local artist.|
We had to stop and play with this little one!
|Outdoor book market, one of my favorite parts of the city.|