Havana is no ordinary city and I was lucky enough to cross it off my bucket list earlier this month. A place stuck in time where most locals know nothing more than enjoying the simple things in life. Its colorful old-fashioned buildings going as far back as the 1500s, extremely talented musicians in every other corner and the iconic 1950’s Chevys in every color you can imagine. La Habana is like no other Carribean capital city. Its vibrant vibe and culture can’t be replicated. Smiling faces everywhere you go,
I didn’t realize how bold it actually was to pack everything up and leave the comfort of my hometown, family, friends and childhood home. That is the beautiful thing about being a young dreamer. The idea of diving is frightening, but the jump and sense of self-fulfillment are incomparable. I jumped, I thrived, I fell, I got up and I wouldn’t change a single thing.
I knew that this would be the biggest challenge I had ever faced in the 25 years of my young life. It was the journey and challenge that excited me most. I was a mid-twenties girl in the chaos