|Dawn breaks over Havana, the Moon and Venus bright. Looks like a beautiful day to fly.|
Preview: What Would Hemmingway Do?
Part 1: Relaxing
Part 2: I Promise Not To Call This Sleepless In Seattle
Without fail, the rooster work me up the next day well before my alarm. And my alarm was early, so this chicken was the definition of the 'early bird.' I'm not bitter. Not at all. I got myself up and dressed in time to see the sun start to rise over the city. I have to groggily admit it was beautiful.
I'd arranged for a taxi the day before with the owner of my casa, and the driver was waiting at 6:30. I said goodbye to Jorge and got in the car, which this time was one of the classic cars I'd seen around the city. It just completed the check list of 'things to do in Havana' for me. Sure it was slow, bouncy, and loud, but it's 'what you do' here at least once.
|What my return luggage looked like.|
After we got off the plane, we had a long hike from one end of MIA to the other to go through customs. Much to my relief, I had absolutely zero issues getting through. I have Global Entry, and it worked exactly like it does for every other destination. No one wanted to see my proof of being a journalist or otherwise. I was through and into the departures area again in a matter of minutes.
One more flight down, a few more to go.