“The negative things I used to obsess about are just sort of gone. I seem to have worked through all of them while pounding out miles in the desert, worn them down like worry stones until there was nothing left at all, just sand that slipped through my fingers and away.” Carrot Quinn. Not everyone […]
If you don’t find yourself staring at the cacophony of crumbling beauty, the buildings pastel painted with pride or the, normally ‘reserved for Hollywood’ nostalgic, classic cars on every corner, you must be Cuban. The rest of us gawp. Havana is the epitome of foreign.