As we stepped from the bus in Havana I noticed there were no horse-drawn carriages in the streets as we had seen in Holguin, Cuba, 13 hours earlier in the day. But 1950’s era American cars were everywhere. Continue reading
She can only hope – Holguin Cuba
“Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietist chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.” – Pat Conroy – New York Times bestselling author.
I find Pat Conroy’s quote so true . . . especially when reviewing photos of your journey. Continue reading