I am always sad to see a trip begin to wind down. But leaving people is always far harder than leaving a place. After a while, you begin to realize that these little pockets of people all over the world actually do remember you. When you go back and visit them and they remember everything
Its not that they don’t exist. It is not the fact that they aren’t technically fine or anything. Its just that… there’s nothing that can describe certain things… When a person says to me, with a little chuckle, “Noah, what have you gotten me into!?” I get a little warm and fuzzy. I hear a
And then to Santiago de Cuba. Alright, I’ll go ahead and say it. I really adore this place. Correction: I adore the people in this place. The countryside is more than beautiful. But the people are more so. Like the other islands in the Caribbean, it has “that light” that I’ve never seen anywhere else.