Woke up on a pull out and immediately walked towards the window and onwards to the balcony. Spread out before me was a stretch of Route 1, with the beach along side it that hugged the Pacific as the sun hovered from behind.
It was our first night along the scenic route that runs from Los Angeles to San Francisco. A road trip between two . . .
That is La Plaza de Revolution and that is Jose Marti. As the cab driver gestured for me to look out of the window I found myself staring at a statue of his likeness followed by images of Che Guevara and Cinefuegos, whom I initially thought was Castro. After that moment, I finally realized that I was in Cuba.
As my . . .