Day 1. Saturday
While the US eagerly anticipates the Oscars and LaLa Land, we have landed in Havana, which feels more like Lada land, a veritable time warp.
From the moment you touch down, the smell of fresh cigar tobacco envelopes you, a very unaccustomed sensation for an American used to sanitized air. The immigration documents are quaint in an authoritarian type way, asking if you are bringing walkie talkies or pornography into the country (no on both counts).
From the parking lot to the drive along the highway to the hotel, you are reminded of the revolutionary fervor and the embargo that still exists.
Everything seems old and faded and smells slightly musty. That being said, the vibe is young and vibrant.
Even acknowledging the profound political differences, one has to wonder why we continue a 60 year old embargo on such a small country. All things considered, it seems like we have bigger fish to fry, when it comes to enemies of the state.