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.  

I thought what perseverance the Cuban people must have to keep these vintage vehicles on the road. Used primarily as taxis, they provide basic transportation for tourists and Cubans alike. Our whole trip to Cuba was like something out of a Hollywood movie. It was as if we were on some magical time machine, and time stood still in 1959 for this Island nation, the year of the revolution.