Cuba

There's always a thrill landing in a new foreign country, and an adrenaline rush navigating the airport, exchanging currency and getting a taxi. We had extra excitement when EM was detained initially due to the agent's inability to scan her passport. This led to a series of questions from multiple agents. I made it through customs easily, but watched and tracked her passport as it moved from agent to agent. Once she was through customs we were stopped two more times. The problem was unclear since they repeated claimed, "no problemo", but inquiries about her growing up in Florida seemed to have raised a flag. A downpour greeted us as we exited the airport and made our way to the famed Hotel Nacional.  As anticipated, old American cars littered the lush landscape. Havana's fading glory was more extreme than I imagined. Magnificent decaying structures haunted the streets and caused a strong emotional impact.

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