I have returned to Havana two months after my previous crazy adventure. I'm full of presents. It's the least I can do to show my gratitude to those amazing people who helped me last time when I was hanging out with no money and no passport.
Of course I live with them again.
I have terrible aversion to hotels anyway.
Due to work I have spent half of my life in impersonal and abstract rooms...
The ambiance is festive.
They welcome me with a lot of joy.
Another chance for fiesta...
The whole neighborhood's been up all over again.