One of the first things I noticed about Cuba was how relatively clean it is. With the exception of La Habana Vieja, and a few other neighborhoods in Havana, Cuba really is clean of trash. On my flight to Havana I sat next to a beautiful young Cuban woman who sometimes sang as she listened to music on her Discman and gazed out the window at remote cays somewhere south of Cuba. She told me a lot about Cuba on this short flight but what I will never forget is when she looked at me with a genuine smile and said, "I am very proud of my country." From Havana to JĂșcaro to the guides and staff aboard the Avalon II where I was a guest for 6 nights, the people of Cuba seemed genuine despite their impoverished conditions and what surprised me the most, their universal sense of pride.
This was the only baseball I saw being played in the streets of Havana. These kids though were super eager to have me photograph them.
Baseball bats are worth their weight in gold on Havana streets.
A Havana Street
I stumbled across these kids and their grandmother one morning in Havana.
The grandmother seemed super pleased I was taking their picture.
Above is a slideshow of Havana and a few images of central Cuba and the south coast town of JĂșcaro.
Jardines De La Reina Barracuda
Bemba, Keko & Titi. All brothers and great guides as well.
A dreamy Jardines De La Reina bonefish flat
