Drying clean laundry in our air conditioned room.
A couple of our neighbors across the street.
View from the balcony.
Havana from our apartment.
Our apartment is upper middle class for Cuban locals.
Streets of Havana.
Havana shoreline before sunrise.
Larissa walking along one of the many beautiful hotels in downtown Havana.
What else would she be doing in a beautiful tropical island?
Havana hotel interior.
Cuban street dog. They are everywhere. And they are sad.
On day two in Havana, it was pouring rain, so Larissa haggled with a bicycle taxi from $4 to $3 to lug our two bodies through the rugged streets to one of the hotels where we could get access WiFi. It was a rough ride.
Coffee via our french press in the morning. It's actually really good. Very smooth. Not bitter.
A view from inside of our apartment looking out towards the balcony. Yes, we have fish that we have to take of.
Our view from our balcony in Havana. It's a strange kind of beautiful.
These trees our everywhere. We think they are a springtime flowering tree.
Walking out of the airport in Havana.
Immigration. Here we go.
Moments before leaving Cancun, a rip roaring thunderstorm came through and flooded the streets. It was pretty incredible.
Cancun's version of bacon. Except that it's thick. And also it's beef. And it had bones. And it tastes nothing like bacon.