Cuba Didn’t Feel Like Escaping—It Felt Like Pausing

I landed in Havana expecting nostalgia, but the past isn’t as romantic when you’re living in it. The WiFi cards, the endless lines, the way everything slows down until you’re forced to notice how much you rely on noise and speed. I kept waiting for the city to crack open and reveal something big. Instead, I sat on a crumbling curb, watching a kid kick a dented can, realizing I missed my own chaos. Cuba isn’t a postcard. It’s a place where you wait—sometimes for bread, sometimes for a signal, sometimes for yourself to catch up. I thought I wanted to escape my life. Turns out, I just pressed pause. #Travel #PostTripReality #TravelConfessions