…in the back of a ’53 Plymouth.
What else would you do in Cuba on a Sunday?
Well, for the first half, I attended a church service.
Packed to the gills.
After all, that’s my connection on this trip. That’s the framework. Follow a few preachers down there as they go about their business.
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Its church. And it is much like any other church in the world.
In my mind, yet another nail in the coffin of people being too different in various parts of the world.
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Wherever there are people, there religion will be also.
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But if that was all I saw, how shallow would it be!?
Take off in a car with some locals and some who have been there dozens of times…
Head out in a ’53 Plymouth and see the real Cuba. No tour guides, no itineraries…
You start to care for people when you get into their homes.
We visited a lady who had light and power in her home. The local children would come to her house and ask if she would turn on the porch light so they could play in her yard a little later at night.
You might need to go see that Cuba. Where they apologize for not having bottled water in which to boil the coffee, but it doesn’t matter because they’re going to leave it on long enough to make it good and strong.
People are people wherever you go. In a church or in a home.
My time in Cuba had just begun. So, stay tuned…
-Noah D.
