I twisted around to get a better view of my suspicions… discovering it was far worse than I could have guessed. A giant bruise had formed on my ass, and through my laughter I fell in love with Havana that much more.
The rusty red lada sped through the bustling Havana streets. It was dark, I had no idea where I was, and I had just given my last pesos to a prostitute and a couple of young men. Another story not to tell my mother I thought as I sat back and the four of us drove off into the night. I blame Alex, … Read More