Castroville
January 16th 2016 Havana
The plan to go to Cuba was hatched with my cousin exactly one year ago. But she had no memory of the evening when I told her I was ready to book flights. Maybe it had been the liquor talking. No matter. I called my most reliable friend.
"Jerry, Cuba?"
"Sure."
A month later we were strolling down Malecon, Havana's waterfront promenade. All along its eight-kilometer lengt
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