Travelin queeries

The city is warm and sticky, the way a one-night stand is, lying beside you in bed. It doesn’t look like you thought it would, but still there are remnants of the magic you imagined before you got here. The old colonial architecture and classic Chevy’s hint at what things used to be. Your memory knows there is more, but this is not a memory you have. It is a memory that has you. You aren’t in bed with a lover. You wake up and you are in a city: wide, and panged with time, res

It wasn't easy getting to Cuba, but it was certainly worth it. My dream was to see Cuba before American chain hotels started popping up everywhere and American tourists arrived in droves demanding that Cuba look and act in a particular way that made them comfortable, and strip huge parts of identity away. I wanted to see Cuba as Cuba. One of my dearest friends is Cuban and visits regularly, the stories of her fathers homeland are one of the seeds planted in my mind, that woul