From Havana to Trinidad
Memories from my trip to Cuba, from the old Havana to the charming Cienfuegos and the magic southern city of Trinidad… on a salsa rhythm, of course!
The house in Havana
I landed in Havana late at night. As I stood in line for passport control, I noticed a man with a notebook in his hand approaching foreigners and asking them all sorts of questions. He came to me too. Judging by his interrogation style, he was undoubtedly a Cuban intelligence agent. I had to tell him several times that I…
