I slept nearly 11 hours last night, which is unheard of for me.
I woke up this morning and took my breakfast in the street, a shot of thick, syrupy sweet coffee decanted and consumed in a crumbling doorway. Caffinated and high from an unhealthy dose of sugar, I proceeded to the Museo de la Revolucion. Continue reading “March 12, 2017: Havana, Cuba – Daylight Savings in the Time of Revolution”