I had a dream I was in Havana Cuba.It was remarkably vivid. It was almost as if I was actually there. So, I decided to write about it. Everything that you read in these next three posts were all a part of a crazy dream. I met so many people, smelled the air, walked through the streets, smoked the cigars, drank the Mojitos, went to a museum, and got a tan.
This amazingly vivid dream lasted for 7 days. The first few days were much different then the last three. Mostly, because during the last three days of this dream I did not have “ANY” money.
Honestly, I had a lot of trouble writing these posts. Most of my extreme hardships came while trying to figure out how to divide my experiences with the history of Cuba. In the end, I decided to split it up into three posts.
Post 1: This one… My Rough interpretation of the recent and not so recent History of Cuba
Post 2: The first four days of my dream in Havana
Post 3: The last three days of my dream in Havana “broke as a joke” in my hotel room.
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