Growing up in the 1980's in Florida I have always been fascinated by Cuba. I lived within a few miles of five Navy bases, which meant we lived under the "constant threat" of a Russian or Cuban nuclear attack. In elementary school we would have weekly "fallout" drills where we would hide under our desks and over our necks with our hands. I met a Cuban family for the first time when I was eight years old. I started to question the propaganda that all Cubans hated Americans. This sparked a lifelong fascination with the isolated (at least according to American rhetoric) island nation.
In March 2017 I finally had the opportunity to travel to Cuba for a week. These are some of the images from that trip.