Before it got too hot, and before we stepped out onto the cobblestone streets and into our old yellow school bus, we began our day sipping cafecito and eating some rationed bread. A simple breakfast, but it was enough. A stark contrast to the breakfasts in Nicaragua, where the first had plenty and the last had little. Here, we all had just enough.
There was a lot of hustle and bustle out in the streets, and soon we’d begin a day packed with activities. But just for the morning, we could enjoy conversation and reflection with good friends over cafecito and ration bread…in the serenity of this old convent in a little corner in Havana.
Oh, how my heart longs to go back and capture the beauty of a place I have been blessed to see and of people I have been blessed to meet. There is a lot to be said about Cuba. There are a lot of presuppositions and impressions and debates. All I can say, for now, at this moment, is that I am longing to return to that beautiful island….algún día.
