One month in Cuba... The realization that we would be in a communist country for a month dawned on me like a cold shower on a winter's morning. To be perfectly honest, I had a multitude of preconceived ideas before coming to Cuba. Prejudices birthed out of ignorance and lack of knowledge. Biases that could turn one month in a foreign country into a month of turmoil and negativity.
In the beginning, I thought I had Cuba all figured out. It's a communist country, so of course everyone would be morbid and depressed. I was so wrong. So very very wrong.
