They say you can’t go home again or back in time. My trip to Cuba made me question both beliefs.
Landing at Jose Marti International Airport brought back a flood of memories from my last visit when I was almost 13 years old leaving the country. That morning in July 1961, our family business had been taken over by the government, and we had left for the airport with just the clothes on our back. Upon arrival at the airport, we went into the fishbowl. The fishbowl was an all-glass room where you sat before boarding your plane. Upon entering, any jewelry or currency was confiscated, and you were insulted.
