Today while hurricane Sandy is keeping me indoors I looked over my photos from Cuba for the millionth time thinking “how on earth do I share this amazing experience with people?!” A question that has been on my mind everyday since I set foot in Cuba. For weeks now I’ve been writing, trying to find the right words, but everything I write seems to fall short. Each time I suck at writing I then look over the photos I took of the joyful people, the magical scenery and all the feelings of Cuba come rushing back. Which leads me to wonder, if a picture is worth a thousand words, for now can I simply use my photographed memory to share the inspiration I felt in Cuba?
I loved taking photographs in Cuba! Cubans, as a whole, are a very proud group of people, they love to be photographed. Their lives are openly displayed for everyone to see, 90% of their waking time is spent outside, the other 10%, while they’re inside, all the doors and are open for people to see in. It was not uncommon to see a group of old men playing dominos on a makeshift table along the side of the street, at any time of day. All people young and old seemed genuinely happy, even though they have what we would consider to be nothing. The joyous old man in the last photograph came up to my friends and I and started to serenade us with “Hey Jude”.
Stay tuned to see the captivating children of Cuba in a post tomorrow.