In May 2015, Debbie and I were invited to participate in a Group Study Exchange in Cuba for prospective tour group leaders. It was a remarkable adventure. In the time since we have been back, we are quite naturally asked to describe our trip. It’s hard to put into words.
Like almost everything else in my life, I can communicate it best in lines from Star Trek:
McCoy: “You really have gone where no man’s gone before. Can’t you tell me what it felt like?
Spock: “It would be impossible to discuss the subject without a common frame of reference.
McCoy: “You mean I have to die to discuss your insights on death?”
It’s like that.
But I’ll give it a try. So, with this group of posts, I will attempt to share some of the sights and feelings we experienced getting to know this marvelous land and people.
If you’d like the condensed version, though, here it is:
I could adjust to the language barrier, socialism, even not flushing toilet paper.
But the tiny coffee cups? That’s just wrong.
You can read down the posts in order, or jump to whichever one you are interested in: