Havana.

Ahhh ... Havana.

I felt my heart and soul connect with this city as soon as I arrived the first time, and though I had a wonderful time in "el campo" (the countryside), I was incredibly happy to return again.

Each new town I visited, I felt like I had to learn Cuba all over again. But, even though by the daily count, I've been here only a short time - it *feels* like a lifetime.

Sadly, I don't have enough time to even scratch the surface of what's been happening ... it's been an incredibly emotional and fantastic time. When I think about leaving I feel like I'm Christopher Reeve in "Somewhere in Time" about to discover the copper penny in my pocket and be transported out of my life as if woken from a dream.

Baseball, love, music, santeria, etc.

Oh - one thing I will share because I think it will be a simple to find a short version to share ... I was sitting with Maria and Miguel in an "El Rapido" near my house and Maria started having visions about my life (she's a santeria - more on this and much more later). Well, she said that she could sense the spirits that were with me - one she described was a man who had some problems breathing. Perhaps my grandfather? Was my grandfather alive? I said no, both were gone. She said the one she was feeling was with me died of problems in the lungs. My eyes welled up a bit with tears as she told me this - she then told me, that it was the Father of my Mother. Who ... by the way, died of lung cancer. It really threw me. I don't know if this short version gives the story any justice - but it was something really amazing. I'll try to do better explaining the setting and the language barriers that added to how odd this whole experience was later. I'll just say - wow.

Now ... Miguel and I are going to a concert at the Gran Teatro where there's a tribute for the Buena Vista Social Club. Most of the members are dead, but there are a few remaining, Omara Portuondo among them.

All is well.

I'm going to go back to the dream now.

xo.