Cuba is like a prince in a poor man’s coat: behind the sometimes shabby facades, gold dust lingers. It’s these […]

Cuba is like a prince in a poor man’s coat: behind the sometimes shabby facades, gold dust lingers. It’s these […]
Close your eyes for a moment and imagine you are there. Waves crashing against a mildewed sea wall. A young […]
When you spy a cigar-chewing guajiro driving his oxen and plough through a rust-colored tobacco field, you know that you […]
La ciudad que mas me gusta a mi (the city I like the best) singer Benny More once said of […]
On the 3rd and last day in Trinidad, Faye and I took a catamaran trip to Cayo Blanco. The $50 excursion […]
Picture the scene: there are two rocking chairs creaking on a polished colonial porch, a half-finished bottle of rum being […]
The first sound in the morning is the clip-clop of horses’ hooves on the cobbled streets followed by the cries […]
Cuba can be a difficult destination to understand, an island of riddles that confound, and confuse. It is often said […]