
Until the Victory, Always
I meet Rafael in the Plaza Mayor of Trinidad. Sitting on a bench in the shade, toting a cowboy hat, … Continue reading Until the Victory, Always
I meet Rafael in the Plaza Mayor of Trinidad. Sitting on a bench in the shade, toting a cowboy hat, … Continue reading Until the Victory, Always
Charming hosts. Comfy accommodation. Colorful decor. Fruit platters. Rich coffee. Conversations over rum. Tiny birds in wicker cages. These are … Continue reading Life in the Casas of Cuba
After perusing the streets of Havana for an hour, we find our car. It is a pink 1956 Ford Thunderbird … Continue reading The Island that Resisted
I am pushing a pastel, blue-tinted 1956 Chevy Plymouth through the streets of Havana. To my right I am flanked … Continue reading My Letter from Cuba
Útila is situated 18 miles off the northern coast of Honduras, but it is worlds away from reality. The smallest … Continue reading Útila pt. 2: Into the Deep
There are three universally known and frequently heard spoken lies on the island of Útila: “I love you” (No you … Continue reading Útila: Through the Ringer