When travel to Cuba was legal, my company did three groups there, each about 20 women. Here are a few situations I remember which will stay in my travel memory. They go along with the harbor of Havana, the amazing art museums with Canalettos, and Wilfredo Lams, the music, and mountains.
A group of bystanders helping two women find the synagogue their husbands had gone to in their youth. These were just people on the street who wanted to be helpful to US strangers.
A music school full of ballet dancers who did a beautiful dance about revolution and peace. An elderly woman who had been diffident until then, opened her wallet and emptied it into the ballet master’s hand.
A thankful nurse to whom we all donated baby Tylenol, a pill unavailable in Cuba at that time and one needed for babies who could not tolerate Aspirin.
The departure lounge at the airport where an announcer said, “Now boarding those Cubans who are leaving the country and not coming back.” And, of course, the faces of the old folks who were bidding goodbye to their children and grandchildren bound for Miami and “not coming back.”
And finally, the woman on the flight with two thumbs on one hand, both nail polished bright red, to which one of my clients said, “I knew this was going to be an interesting trip.”
Travel to Cuba is fascinating, beautiful, eye-opening and should be a requirement.
ECPS Consulting Corporation
New York, USA