When I was writing about my trip, looking through my notes and memories, I kept coming back to the same thing, or rather, the same person. So how will I remember Cuba? First, I will remember this important lesson. There…
Climbing Pico Turquino
The night before we left, Jack and I had agreed to split some things: he brought toothpaste, I brought sunscreen. We filled up our water bottles with the remaining water in our 5 L we had brought from Santiago. We…
I owe you one
Jack said this on Pico Turquino, Cuba’s highest mountain, nearing the summit. I asked him why. He said because he dragged me up the mountain. How sweet is that? Truth, I was so excited. I thought it would be a…