On our first week here in Cuba I walked back with one of my group members to their house that I hadn’t seen yet since we’re all living separately and I met the owner of their house. An elderly man named Francisco. Much like most other Cubans I meet here, he thought I was Cuban […]
Rediscovering My Identity
While this program has been a mess of cool experiences, there are only a few things that have truly blown my mind. I am really quite lucky — I’ve been to Europe before, England and London in particular quite a few times. In reality, though, most of those journeys consisted of me watching episodes of […]