si sea noble sufrir sería rey del mundo aun soy nada más que un pez plateado, colgando de […]
Author: wylieunleashed
The following day would be our last in Cuba. We caught a late breakfast at a place called […]
Havana, Havana: you rose around us once more. We crawled through traffic into the city, this time heading […]
I am another face on a crowded train blue eyes brown hair unremarkable build a borrowed suit and […]
Viñales consisted of three parallel streets that wandered into dirt roads and got lost in the farmlands. One […]
The next morning, we bade farewell to our hosts in the first of a series of goodbyes. With […]
This is it, Autumn thought. Everyone was another body she’d have to wait behind. As the people streamed […]
Shaking the sleep from our bones the next day, we woke to a table of fresh fruits, poached […]
The truck was rugged, loved, and loud. It burped through the potholed streets, cruising along in duck-taped stability […]
For the past several generations, Cuba has lay tantalizingly out of reach of the fat fingers of America. […]
neuromantic.net 