How they look. How they talk. Pre-med university student. Santiago de Cuba, Cuba. Ecology engineer. Random chess game in the streets of Havana, Cuba. When I asked for her name, age, and occupation the standard Faces of Cuba bit she also wrote down her entire address for me, making me promise her that I would come back someday to meet her family.
Havana Vieja, Cuba. Old man smoking cigar in his front door. Havana, Cuba. Art instructor. Cow milker. Gibara, Cuba. In Cuba, only the government or authorized personnel are allowed to kill cattle, and in fact, unauthorized killing of a cow can land someone in jail up to 10 years. Folkloric dancer. Plaza de Los Dolores, Santiago de Cuba. Escaping the heat. Boca del Yumuri, Baracoa, Cuba. They called out to me as I walked past because they could see that I was a tourist with my camera hanging around my neck like a good gringo.
Sells clothes in the street. Traditional African folkloric dancers. Casa Caribe, Santiago de Cuba, Cuba. Christopher gave us hours upon hours of entertainment, being the baby king of the house. Highly recommended to stay here if you travel to Baracoa, Cuba. Baracoa, Cuba. Correo email : yurimafabre correodecuba. Observing street life from her front door. Professional Cuban rastafarian unemployed Santiago de Cuba, Cuba.
How could you not notice this guy? Normally the people that I randomly stop in the street either agree or disagree to let me take their picture, politely answer my questions, and then go on their way β but not Adriano. He proceeded to show me a bedroom that looked more like a shrine to Bob Marley than a place to sleep. He worked his way through the room, explaining the significance of song lyrics painted on his walls, his artwork, the basics of his worldview, etc.
Adriano gave me one of his painted gourds to remember him by, let me take as many photos as I pleased, and gave me the biggest hug when I bid farewell. Seller of basic products in government-owned store. Che Guevara spectating random chess game in streets of Havana. I really craved a cold beer, and popped into the only real restaurant around. Plus it made for great Spanish practice. Hay que vivir en el momento, papi. Where is she now?
