Adios Latinoamerica
Sitting in the back of the 1953 Chevy with my hair whipping around in the warm air blowing through the tiny windows I had a hard time deciding what to look at. A wonderful...
Sitting in the back of the 1953 Chevy with my hair whipping around in the warm air blowing through the tiny windows I had a hard time deciding what to look at. A wonderful...
When I thought of Cuba before this trip I thought of steamy dance clubs, bars clouded with cigar smoke, and classic cars. I did not think of the bucolic farmland scenes that seem to...
On Tom’s birthday (October 27th) we got to return to his Costa Rican birth-place on a twelve hour “en transito” visa en route to Cuba. We left our tropical island 3-month home behind us...