Cuba isn’t just a destination — it’s an experience. A place where time slows down, where Wi-Fi is rarer than a dent-free classic car, and where the only real plan is to let go of your plans.
Wandering through the streets of Havana feels like walking through a faded postcard — crumbling colonial buildings, vintage Chevys rumbling by, and music pouring out of every open doorway. People live outside here: playing dominoes, dancing, flirting, laughing. Even if you don’t speak a word of Spanish, you’ll get a smile and a “¿todo bien?”
Cuba demands patience. And presence. Things won’t always go as expected — buses are late, menus are empty, and yet… somehow, that’s part of the charm. You’re forced to slow down. To notice. To connect.
It’s not the easiest place I’ve traveled, but maybe that’s exactly the point. Cuba doesn’t want you to rush through it — it wants you to feel it. One song, one story, one slow conversation at a time.