So, I have been in Havana for 4 days now (which seem like forever). In these four days I have shouted hysterically at my children, sworn to stop talking to my husband (who decided to leave on a work trip on my first day here), cried in front of the kids school principal, ordered (at once) two glasses of wine from room service (both for me of course) and laughed and danced joyously after finding a super hipster artsy clothing store 🤷♀️.
With all of this going on I have had moments of thinking up brilliant blog posts, one about crying and how and why it has become so socially unacceptable and how that alienates criers like me. Another about change and acceptance, and yet another about who knows what...
I promise, all of these were going to be very good.... but of course I've forgotten them all and what you get is a post about the amazing post you could have, would have read- but wont! 😜😜.
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