Cuba. Memories that warm the soul.
It has been 2 years since our trip to Cuba, and with what pleasure I reviewed the photos. Upon arrival, I immediately wrote a review about the hotel in Havana, unfortunately negative. But now 2 years have passed and this hotel is remembered with an ironic smile, and everything else brings back warm, joyful memories: the whitest and softest sand on the beach (it hurts to look at it without sunglasses); about the most delicious mojito; about dancing and singing people; about the first cigar smoked; about divine coffee at a cigar factory, and much more that is difficult to describe in words. Yes, and photographs cannot reflect the soul of Cuba. How long Cuba and Cubans will remain like this is unknown, but I am very glad that in my life there was just such a Cuba.
