“How will you ever know, the way that circumstances go, always gonna hit you by surprise”

To be spontaneous. 

I’d like to think I’m an easy-going person, most of the time you could probably even use the word impulsive to describe a good fair chunk of my personality, but last month for the first time I did something truly spur-of-the-moment.  My family and I had spent the better part of a week in the Ontario region (post on that soon!) and nearing the end my Uncle and I had planned a trip to New York.  Ontario had been filled with dreary, soaked-to-the-bone days and our American Travel future wasn’t lit with bright optimism.  So the night before we were scheduled to leave we sat down and searched out all the travelocities, and expedias and underneath a little stone found a steal of a deal to Cuba. 

Sandy beaches and sunny days, yes please!  So with my wooly sweaters on the greyhound back home, we headed to Varadero.  Where I honestly had five of the best days of my life.  I could never find the words to describe how kind and considerate the people there were.  We went into Havana nearly everyday, walking cobbled streets, dirt streets, small pathways.  Lines upon lines of clothes drying in the air, sweat slicked to the back of your neck, it was truly glorious.

How many hours I lay floating in that ocean I could never add, something about that white sand and endless blue sky.  We had been in Ontario for the spreading of my Mum’s ashes, and to have it finished, and to be able to feel every ray of sunshine in every pore of my skin was magnificent, wonderful, brilliant.

Of course I attached my camera to my side, loving all the differences in culture, people, landscape that Cuba brought, here are some of my most favorite.

*Also, I am working on updating the pictures so they aren’t so impossible to view by thumbnail.  Bear with me for now!