“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Frank País Airport, Holguín. Local time is 1:47 pm and the temperature is a prodigious 98º Fahrenheit… Have a nice stay!” After an hour and thirty-five minutes of flying fairly close to the Bermuda triangle, those words are always music to my ears. I have arrived at a place where no one speaks English (well, at least not correctly anyway), there is no air conditioning, no television, and no Wi-Fi. What could a twenty-one years old, American girl enjoy here? Perhaps it’s the feeling of pure tranquility that keeps me running back more than once a year.
Disconnected
I always wondered what would happen if I spent the whole day with my phone off?
How many people would actually need me? How many things would go scandalously wrong?
The bitter-sweet reality is, none. No one actually needs me. Nothing goes wrong without me. Life has a witty way of demonstrating how destiny works. As much as I repeat this to myself, I cannot help myself from constantly worrying. I blame my anxiety on my phone, e-mail, and the news. Cuba is the opposite of this. Marooned on an island forgotten in …show more content…
I crave to capture its’ ravishing culture everywhere possible. From its’ authentic historical remains to its’ authentic people living history every day. I can’t take two steps without wanting to stop and take a picture. The four old men with beer bellies that look more like they are carrying a full-grown baby, each leaning on one leg of their chair while playing dominoes and listening to Rudy La Scala or Celia Cruz. That’s all they have to do there. Nevertheless, the genuine glee in their laughter suggests that’s all they need to do. It is said that if you would like to know what a person is scared of losing just pay attention to what they take the most pictures of. Must be true, my greatest fear is not coming back to