Warning: this blog post contains pretty bland logistical stuff. If you are my parents, you will find it interesting, if you are a friend or stranger, I would recommend skipping it entirely.
We made it to Havana last night around midnight. I was exhausted from not having slept ate or blinked while guarding my overweight, overstuffed carry on and checked baggage. I figure it is worth the extra item cost I paid in Cancun just to avoid feeling like I’m missing things. So far, so good. I’m currently in the hanger market, but I don’t regret not bringing them from North America. One disappointment was during customs. Some of you may know that getting my passport stamped is one of my favorite things- as Cho would say, it is on my happy list. Well, evidently, in Cuba they don’t stamp American passports- logically, it can create a lot of problems having the stamp questioned, and evidently one must carry all the licensing and visa information with them, well beyond the life of one’s time in the actual country. In any case, my passport looks no different than anyone else’s except that I will have a rather long visit to Cancun, Mexico. I waited for the flight with the other (only 2!!) girls in the program. The smallness of our group makes me very nervous. We are all taking some different classes though, which is good. Anyway, bada-bing, bada-boom- we arrived at our hotel via tourist bus (complete with tour guide- I absorbed nothing she said) and choose rooms. I’m living in a super fancy hotel. There is even toilet paper! It is an unrealistic portrayal of Cuban life, but perhaps it is accurate for a foreigner’s experience in Cuba- we’ll see. My roommate is the program coordinator, Katie. She is in her late 20s and seems cool. We share a bathroom and together share a common room and kitchen and porch with the other two girls on the trip. In summary- last night I was feeling exhausted and overwhelmed
