Diary of an American Girl’s Journeys to the Forbidden Land (Excerpt 6)

Cuba 2005

luggage-jose-marti-airport-cubaOct. 9

9:46pm (cont.)

I couldn’t wait to set foot on Forbidden Land.

Even through the blackness of night, I was going to see Cuba!

The first thing I saw were uniformed guards.

Right off the pages of textbook American-View-of-Cuba 101.

The uniforms were brown, not olive green as I expected. And there were no AK’s being pointed at us just to remind us we were in communist Cuba. But the airport guards’ facial expressions were deadly serious, semi-threatening, wholly intimidating – sin duda (without doubt).

It made me feel like being really, really careful.

About everything.

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