La Habana, Cuba
And to think I was concerned about losing bike fitness on my #Cuban adventure.
Valle de Viñales, Cuba.
This is just how #Cuba looked in my dreams. Tobacco cooperative.
Valle de Viñales.
(Hey Cuba! Getting to know you from the inside – on your local buses!)
In 2004, I decided to study Spanish with all my heart and all my savings, which, as it turned out, was only a few thousand dollars. So I looked for the cheapest airfare and homestay I could find in the Spanish speaking world, and boarded a plane for a five-month trip through #CentralAmerica. I spent the first 14 weeks in #Antigua, #Guatemala. This weekend, nearly 13 years later, I returned to that magical town and reunited with my rockstar Spanish instructor Judith. It’s safe to say the decision to board that plane altered the course of my life. And I’m so happy I could express in person (and in Spanish) my #gratitude to this amazing woman who played such a huge role in this story I call life.
One of my favorite things about trekking in foreign lands is hiring a local guide to show me around his/her backyard. Fernando, the tiniest but mightiest member of our crew, comes from a family of guides.
He grew up at the foot of the trail and has been summiting Acatenago (13,045 feet) several times a week since he learned to walk. While the rest of us labored our way to the crater for four hours, Fernandito played this volcano like a neighborhood stroll. Because for him, it was.