We are notorious last-minute packers. Fortunately, I made up a system for that, and it works brilliantly. (I’m not even humble bragging, I know.) The key to doing this simply is having a bomber packing list.
For the grandparents and gear heads.
Just across the bay from Havana sits Regla, a fascinating town with a rich cultural history.
We flagged down an off-duty driver, who had a friend, who had a family member, who was able to give us a ride in the back of a tractor taxi past farms and jungle to the river.
Abuelo digs out some eggs from the nest of a free-roosting chicken. This man was probably my favorite person we met in Cuba.
Video: “This is easily my favorite place we’ve been so far.”
Cubans are master recyclers, perhaps to a fault.
With no internet connection or any way to get a forecast, the best we could do was look up at the sky, gather up all of our optimism, decide it was good enough to go out, and set off into the valley on horseback.
These magnificent beasts were parked outside our casa when we arrived back from the valley.
In what appears to be a closed down storefront in Viñales, there is an ephemeral ice cream shop.