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Havana, Cuba - Day One

3/23/2019

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The first thing you notice in Cuba is the colors. The lush foliage, the colorful clothing, the brightly painted old cars, the personalities and complexions of her people.

My first day in Cuba was enlightening, to say the least. The surface culture that everyone talks about or notices - the poverty, the rundown architecture - it’s there. But there’s also a thriving culture of art, dance and music.
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After dropping my bags in my room, my first mission was to explore the local neighborhood in Vedado, a mostly residential area about an hour or so walk from Old Havana. 

I walked through the streets discovering priceless gems of gorgeous, well maintained buildings and equally run down ones as well. Some were restored and up kept on the outside, but were full of construction materials and sandbags on the inside - though throughout the week I would see the appearance of inhabitants possibly on upper floors. Other buildings right next door were in dire condition but clearly life continued on the inside. 
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I also explored a forgotten sports complex - forgotten perhaps by the government, but not by the local teenagers who were still using the walls for ball games. Children will always find a place to play. 

That evening I walked the Malecón with a group of students from my university - after dashing across the four lane street in a life-threatening manner while locals strolled across unconcerned nearby.


We walked west for about an hour or so; it was gorgeous with the dark waves splashing and the stars twinkling up above. 
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But I couldn’t quite forget I was in a foreign place - even in a fairly large group - after a cluster of men tried to stop us and one wrapped his arm around my shoulders and squeezed when I wouldn’t stop. Just a reminder to always take care in unfamiliar environments. 

After the long walk, we reached Fábrica de Arte Cubano, a converted factory turned modern art gallery. Seeing a diverse display of Cuban art was beautiful. Some of my favorite exhibits included a piece highlighting the complex ethnic backgrounds of Cuba’s people to a series dedicated to gender identity. 

I stayed at Fabrica until the early hours of the morning with two other graduate students. We danced and listened to the live band staring Adrian Berasain and I was introduced to the popular song Guantanamera. Meaning a beautiful girl from Guantánamo - no, not the American Naval base, the Cuban Municipality of Guantánamo. 

It was the very early hours of the morning because at one point it went from midnight to 1 a.m. Aka a very unexpected time change considering it happened a full two hours earlier than my phone switched. Look this up if you don’t believe me - but the US has the time change at 2 a.m. and in Cuba it occurs at midnight.

All in all, a wonderful and fairly unexpected first impression of Cuba. ​​​
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Mom
3/23/2019 09:57:59 pm

So lovely detail and fascinating, and I’m looking forward to posts for the rest of the week. But you are lucky I can’t get MY arm to reach to Cuba right now and that you didn’t tell me about that incident when you were down there or the US Army, Navy and Marines would have been getting called! Sigh. Sometimes it’s hard being you’re mom! #proudestmomever

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