After months of planning, most of them just dreaming about how it would be to just go, finally I find myself across the Ocean in a place called Cuba. This actually means I did the first step, I left. Now its all about travelling. The act of leaving feels nothing as it should, it
means a big stress, of making everything ready for what is to come. So, the nostalgia of leaving is overcome with the excitement of doing a lot of different things that need to be done.
Im in Cuba now, La Havana. Gentle people, friendly people. Time travelled to a different speed of life, where latin rithms set the pace.
I will discover more soon. Internet is slow but experiences go fast.
Kisses to everyone. My familly, my friens, and Helena.