I look at the picture at the top of my page and my mind wanders back to Cuba. It has now been five months since my last visit. I miss Cuba. I miss my friends. I miss their love of life. I miss their attitude. It really is time to return.
But alas, I cannot return today, nor tomorrow, nor do I see my return happening within the next few months. And this makes me sad.
Why does this island, alone in the Caribbean call me back? I feel different when I am there. I feel alive. I feel the passion of life. Why? I keep trying to answer that question and I do not have the answer. The only thought comes to mind is the people. They are Cuba.
You may ask what is holding me back – HA!! No bloody money!! No work – no money – no return. So find work, buy a ticket and go where you do feel alive……easier said then done BUT I will return by the end of the year. Once if not twice …………
Cuba is calling me …….. it is time to return.
