3 days alone in Havana and no idea how I could see everything
I was Dirty Dancing in the park in Santiago de Cuba on New Years Day. “This is a beautiful start to the New Year” he told me. And I agreed. So gross.
Man, you had to be committed to become a part of a revolution. I would have been out of the revolution almost immediately.
Having the best Christmas day ever at the Hotel Nacional de Cuba in Havana! I’ll never have a better Christmas than this so I think I can die now.
If I’m at an airport and I’m not drunk then what am I even doing? Having a bar is literally my only criteria to highly rate an airport.
As you all know, this whole Cuba trip is really just an unnecessarily elaborate suicide attempt. Should I return dead, this party is going to be a SWEET FUCKIN’ WAKE!