What an amazing first trip to Cuba! I’m co-leading trips occasionally and helping to find clients for my friend, Tim Weed. His Creative Travel Arts and my Green Writers Press are even going to collaborate next year on a few adventure travel trips: Iceland, Cuba, Tierra del Fuego.
If you are interested in finding out more about my trips with Tim Weed, writing retreats with Suzanne Kingsbury (Ireland!), etc., email me at: firstname.lastname@example.org
~~~ Here is a snippet of my time in Cuba, along with a few photos. Thanks for reading my work!
Running along the Malecom
I pass small antiquated fishing boats, and run toward the Castle of el Moro, built out of the rock as a Spanish fortress, which guards the bay of Havana. Running past fisherman standing before a crumbling bench — graffiti of Che and Castro adorn the sides of buildings — the spray of a wave soaks me. I grow more confident feeling my legs stretch behind me. Leaving old Havana I pass other runners. I stretch, noticing a dark cloud that brings rain that pours down. The squall soaks me through. I turn back and run into the headwind slowly. I cut across the Malacon and walk down a side street where there is a restored pink Dodge, an old fishing boat named Havana and a horse and buggy. A rainbow appears and the Havana light sets a yellow house ablaze. I see an old man and ask him in halting Spanish how to say “rainbow” in Spanish. Puffing out his chest, he says “yellow house.”