There’s this one street in the corner of Cuba where everyone knows me. A street where I know more people than I know on my own street in the USA.
In Cuba, I can’t walk down the street without people honking and whistling, joyfully greeting me as they wave out of cars, call me into their houses, tell me about their new births, new dogs, new marriages, showing me additions to their homes. Ask me for advice or news from the outside. It’s one of my favorite feelings in the world.
Every time I come, it’s like coming home. I’m privileged to have a few corners of the world where I feel like this. It’s a huge reason I discourage country counting because investing in a community is far more rewarding than taking from one.
Does anyone else have a place that feels more like home than home? - 7 hours ago