Reflections on Cuba. Part 2.

Reflecting on our time in Cuba, we find that even though it didn’t end up being the dream destination we had pictured in our heads, there was some strange magic to the place. Something special. As frustrating and trying as our time in Cuba had been, looking back at our photos we feel a sense of nostalgia. A sense of unfinished business. Perhaps it is time to return?

Emma however can’t shake the memories of the warm glow of the sunset on Cuba’s crumbling Malecón.

Or the crashing storm waves breaking on the decaying sea wall.

Of the way the shifting light picked out the details in the disintegrating doorways.