Cuba was awesome, beautiful, crazy, bass-ackwards (lack of toilet seats, TP, and water pressure to refill the tank), delicious, entertaining. And on and on. It was the friendliest country I have every visited; everybody — even scam guys in the street — were proud of their country, but curious about the visitor’s thoughts, and interested in finding out what “we” (the US) thought about their future. I gave some flowers to a little girl who had been sick at one of the houses where we stayed; she was so pleased, she tried to give me a peso, and when I told her, no, these are for you, and I hope you feel better, the smile was amazing. I do really hope they can keep some of the great “everybody is equal” feeling as they move into a world where there is more differentiation between haves and have nots.