Since we’ve arrived in Cuba: I’ve slept on a hard floor, shared a bathroom with 31 girls, and endured Florida humidity without an AC. All in all, it hasn’t been that bad and I am truly enjoying my experience here.
Then it dawns on me. I don’t mind it because in 7 days, I’m leaving to for America where I will experience all the comforts that I don’t have here.
“So, could I live here … permanently?” I ask myself.
Suburban comforts aside, I don’t have the financial resilience to be able to make it in Cuba. I have never wondered where my next meal is coming from or how to afford my next electric bill. This is their struggle, of which I have no experience with, and for that reason, I admire Cubans. I admire their endurance, patience, and strength to fight poverty and figure out how to survive. In this way, the people here are definitely much stronger than me.
- Paul’s perspective with Esther’s tweaks
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| Remedios, Cuba after it rains |
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