The Malecon, that broad esplanade that separates the sea and city, is the heart and soul of Havana and Habaneros. It’s late Saturday afternoon and the weather is clearing. A stiff breeze across the Florida Straits continues to push some large waves crashing into the rocks below. People gather to enjoy themselves as the sun slowly finishes tracing its arc across the Caribbean sky.
Fishing seems to be the main preoccupation here. Intent on catching dinner or just spending time with friends, men stand shoulder to shoulder along the seawall.
The fishermen cast their carefully rigged lines as far into the sea as possible, wait patiently for that tug on the line, and dodge the occasional shower.
Of course, there are pictures to be taken…
And kites to fly.
And the sun set over Havana’s Malecon as it does every day.
Having recently returned from my second trip to Cuba this year I find myself missing her and am hoping to return again next year. The Cuban people are warm and welcoming. They have a spirit and dignity that is uniquely Cubano. This time, I took twelve other travelers for their first time to explore our closest neighbor to the south.