Do you ever get to a new destination and always have a realization?
That life is so much more than your daily routine, that beauty exists in the simplest moments, and that stillness has a language of its own?

That’s exactly what happened when I arrived in Cuba.
The music in the streets, the warmth of the people, the vintage cars rolling past colorful colonial buildings—it all felt like a world paused in time, reminding me to slow down and just be.

Sometimes, travel doesn’t just show you a new place. It mirrors back the parts of yourself you’ve forgotten. Cuba did that for me.