Pa’ Cuba Me Voy

Because I’m impulsive, am not a good long term planner (at work yes but in my life no), and because SF weather has been cold AF I decided I’m going to Cuba. Well truth be told I was invited to go to Kauai but work got crazy so then I decided well why not Cancun. And then remembered Havana is a hop, skip and a jump away so BAM. Pa Cuba Voy Yo.

Hawaii would have been 1/7-1/11 and I would have booked on 1/4 (3 days in advance). I decided on Cancun 1/6 at 2 pm, and settled on Cuba on 1/6 at 8pm. I booked my flight to Havana on 1/13 for a 1/17 departure from Cancun (4 days in advance). And I booked my SFO-Cancun flight on 1/14 for 1/16 departure (2 days in advance). I know… Crazy right? My life.

My hesitation with booking is that I was hoping to find a travel companion. I had two friends who were set on going, however one couldn’t go because of security clearances and the other is a flight attendant whose schedule is sporadic and unfortunately last minute was assigned a flight.

So it’ll be my first real solo vacation. Granted it’s only a week but still. I did move to Puerto Rico for a few months on a whim but that place is familiar- like my second home. I know nothing about Cuba except for the following:

– Music (Salsa, Rumba)

– Socialism

– It’s an island

– People speak Spanish and look like me

– Santeria & Los Orishas

– … And I read that ‘Old Man and The Sea’ book in high school

So needless to say I’m crazy because idk what I’m doing, who knows where I’m staying (because I don’t), and I know being a single woman traveling alone can be stressful. Oh, and did I mention I’ve been ruffed before? Yea, so my paranoia is valid. But you know what, it’s 2016 and I know one of my goals is to welcome the new and be adventurous. So that’s what I’m gonna do.

I’m going to see some new things, talk to some people, and be open to whatever comes my way so long as it’s not some scandalous shit. What’s the worst that could happen? Well, let’s not go there I’m sure I’ll have a great time and if it sucks I can always go back home.

Moral of the story: don’t let fear paralyze your life. It’s too damn short for that.

Hasta el próximo

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