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My first trip to Cuba was magical. Just ninety miles across the ocean, this country I had heard about so much, was bigger than life: the music, the color, the friendly people. One woman hugged and said, “Ah! The Americans are back.” We are their hope. We traveled from Santiago de Cuba across the island to Havana. We flew into Santiago de Cuba and drove west through Bayamo, Camaguey, Trindad, Santa Clara, Cienfuego to Havana staying at El Presidente.
