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JOURNEYS magazine
Volume III, 2014
I’m lost on the outskirts of Havana, dressed in a sweaty T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers.
I don’t have my cell phone but that doesn’t matter because there’s no one to call.
The only other people I know in Cuba are my American teammates doing this
Olympic-Distance Havana Triathlon Championship; but I’m the slowest and they’ve
probably already crossed the finish line. I’d love to hail a taxi, but the road is closed
because of the race. Too bad — I’d kill to be in one of those vintage 1950s Chevys
or Buicks converted into taxis and blaring Cuban music.
Written by Margie Goldsmith
Lost
in Havana
Off The Beaten Path
© Kamira
