I landed in Havana, Cuba, in the early afternoon, and headed straight to the AirBnB that Lucy had organised for us. (Couch Surfing is illegal in Cuba because residents cannot have foreign tourists in their house without paying for and registering their stay with the state.) I was dozing on the bed in our room when Lucy, who's plane from London had landed a few hours after mine from Miami, opened to door. A healthy amount of squealing and squeezing ensued. After over a year and half apart, I was ecstatic to see a best friend again!
Our room was on the 10th floor and had a little balcony. We spent the next few hours there: talking and laughing, peering down at the movement of people and cars in the city below, watching the sky change as the sun set: until Lucy could no longer fight the jet lag, and Havana had become a sea of twinkling lights.
Our room was on the 10th floor and had a little balcony. We spent the next few hours there: talking and laughing, peering down at the movement of people and cars in the city below, watching the sky change as the sun set: until Lucy could no longer fight the jet lag, and Havana had become a sea of twinkling lights.
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| Sunset over Havana |
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