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Making Moroccan Dreams Come True
How a solo trip to Havana brought on a lifetime of travel
Havana; my first solo trip ever and I was wondering how on earth I got to this point. Why did I think I could travel alone, without a husband or family to another country? Was this selfish of me? Can I even afford this? What if I’m kidnapped? These were the thoughts going through my head while anxiously awaiting departure.
I am a former flight attendant, but working the flight and arriving with a full crew via a big black van to the safety of our hotel wasn’t the same. When I arrived in Cuba, there would be no black van waiting to whisk me away to a fancy hotel—not even close.
In fact, I landed in Varadero and caught a local bus, ‘The Viazul’ at the airport for $10.00 US dollars and a very scenic few hours later I was in Havana. Then a frighteningly bumpy rickshaw ride and I was at my Airbnb in the middle of beautiful Old Havana.
By the time I arrived at my apartment, it was dark. Although my rickshaw driver was super kind I was a little culture-shocked to be somewhere so far away from home, on my own. However, within a day or two I was wandering the old streets like a true ‘world traveller’.
I enjoyed an outdoor patio with live music, got lost in a residential area near an old white church…