I just got back from Cuba and I miss it terribly already… I’d like to share some highlights of my trip with you!
Riding in Cars with Boys
I am going to confess that I became obsessed with the vintage convertibles in Cuba. Most people get one for an hour or so to tour the city. I got one three different times. Sometimes just to take me back home and sometimes for more lengthy adventures. The drivers were always so friendly, helpful and knowledgeable. One driver assumed I was obsessed with Beyonce (accurate) so he kept offering to take me to the places she had been… I loved every minute of it.
Visually, Cuba has it’s own special kind of beauty. Between the bright colors, the rich culture and the beautiful people Cuba is the type of country I could explore for weeks on end and never get bored. Add to it that stepping onto Cuban soil is like stepping into a time capsule where everything old is new again and it’s easy to get lost in your own world.
When you get to Cuba, what you bring with you is all you have. Your debit/credit cards don’t work, the U.S. dollar isn’t a thing. There’s spotty wifi in specific places so communication is minimal. I must say… I loved every minute of that. Without a cell phone to distract me, I was in the moment. I soaked in everything around me and I finished a book that I’d been meaning to read for a while. It was lovely.
We’ll Get There Fast, Then We’ll Take it Slow
It took me a full day to let go of my NYC pace and get on the Cuban clock. I physically felt my body slow down and it was wonderful. Walking through the streets with no real destination and no google maps to lead the way was so liberating. If I wanted to know a good place to eat nearby, I’d ask someone… or just wander around until I stumbled into a new adventure.
Maybe it’s because I’m Nigerian and I’ve spent time in less than modern villages before, but I found comfort as I quickly and easily adopted a disconnected and more simple life in Cuba.
You don’t have to have a bunch of money/possessions to be rich.
I Love You!
Walking through the streets I’d hear people yell “America, I Love You!” from the locals. It happened a few times per day.
How beautiful it is for a country to be so welcoming to foreigners.
Color Me Bad
I scooped up this dress at the San Jose market, it wasn’t a plus size dress, but I knew it would fit. When people ask me how my trip was, I can’t even put it into words, but this picture with my simple dress from the market all the vibrant colors is a close representation of how I felt the whole time.
Dress + Headscarf: Cuban Market Find |Shoes: Amazon