Many people are still speculating what a Trump America will look like for the vast amount of minorities whom he has threatened– and it is for the most part speculation, because no one really knows. But I have been living for the past two months in a culture where machisimo has been allowed to run rampant and I can tell you exactly what that looks like. Continue reading “Taxi Pretty Lady?”
I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. I wanted to understand what was happening, but I couldn’t. I wanted to kick and scream and overthrow the government in one night, but I couldn’t. All I could do was sit on a chair 90 miles off the coast of Florida and watch the only home I have ever known be delivered into the hands of a mad man. Continue reading What can I say…?
Every evening groups of domino players spring up on the Havana sidewalks. They gather in the same spots, under the same trees, around the same rickety tables, by the same light of the same flickering streetlamps. Continue reading Old Men’s Club
The first thing that you absolutely must know is that Cubans are crazy. You might think that it is a good idea to follow a large crowd of them across the street since they are more familiar with the traffic rules and know when it is safe. You would be wrong, and shortly thereafter, dead. Continue reading On Cuba…
Of course I knew that transitioning to a foreign economy was going to be hard, but nobody warned me just … Continue reading On Cuban Economics
The many hilarious and absurd experiences of an expat living in Havana during the 2016 U.S. election. Including: drinking to forget the presidential debates, the Cuban filing system explained, and voting abroad. Continue reading Civic Duty in Cuba
Machina: n. – a) Spanish word for “the machine” b) A car barely held together with dental floss c) … Continue reading The Machines of Cuba
An autobiographical exploration of my roots by visiting Central Florida with my grandmother. Continue reading I am One Fourth Guava Loving
Kesia Lee 