Cuba Is Not What You Think
She’s jazz on a baroque square, a $450 Cohiba cigar that carries revolution in its smoke.
She’s shaped like a crocodile—coiled, alert, ancient.
And once, in a whisper of history, there was a plan to sell her to the United States for $120 million.
Some even dreamed she would become a U.S. state.
But Cuba said no.
She chose poetry, contradiction, and pride.
And somehow—despite everything—she chose hope, too.
This is not a place that reveals itself easily.
It doesn’t unfold in hotel lobbies or tour buses.
It waits for those willing to feel it.
Cuba asks you to listen.
To notice the chipped paint and the laughter.
To sit in the quiet of a courtyard and realize you’re watching a scene that might never repeat itself again.
It asks you to leave your certainty behind, and come with curiosity instead.This is the kind of travel I believe in.
Not just information. Not just highlights.
But an invitation into a different way of seeing—through stories, small details, and moments that stay with you long after the flight home.
I don’t just guide tours.
I guide perception.
And if Cuba calls to you in this way
If this rhythm feels familiar to your soul
perhaps you’re meant to come with me.
Want to know more about these journeys?
In the next post, I’ll share how my trips unfold, what makes them different, and why they stay with you long after the suitcase is unpacked.
✨ For those who feel the pull of places, story, and silence.
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