Two years ago today I landed in Cuba. Feels like ten years have passed in that two. All my trips add something to who I am, but Cuba and Iceland changed me. I am a better person for having gone to both. Each for different reasons, Cuba just made the world smaller for me (which is funny since I would say Iceland makes the world bigger but that is a different post). I have written a lot in this space, years back, about this trip. What it meant, why I took it, what I saw. This one is the best one to revisit if you want to see my thoughts from back then, but this is about today. Why am I sharing a photo I took two years back in the “dailypic”? Fair question, that I am sure no one but me is asking.

Nine months I have gone nowhere, nowhere. Not a huge hardship, I am healthy, my family is fine and I am a lucky one, I left the country for a trip right before the pandemic hit. I got to stretch my legs before the doors closed on the world, but nine months feel longer when you CAN’T do something, even if you were not going to do anything. So when the memory came up today it hit hard. We are all in our bubbles, but Cuba is a bubble, I went to them, they did not come to me. I have been restricted for nine months, they are restricted, period. Their ‘CAN’T’ holds so much more weight than mine. I realize it more now two years later, though it was very apparent when I was there.

The world is small, I have comfort in knowing that. One of my greatest wishes is that more knew it. I thank a place like Cuba for teaching me that. I miss traveling, I look forward to stretching my legs again and documenting the world in the future. The photo above was not in my Cuba show so it is new to the world, just on a two-year delay. If you would like to see more click here for my full set from that trip.

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