Hitting the Pavement in Habana, Cuba
Waiting for my friend Cait in the airport, I realized how much Americans take internet and cell service for granted. I wasn't sure if she had boarded the plane, I had no way to contact the cab driver who had been sent from the Airbnb. I only had the hope that all would work itself out. When her arrival time was near, I made my way downstairs and began looking for a sign with my name on it. Over 20 minutes passed from the time I told the driver to meet me, but at last I saw a