My travel in Cuba was on a big ole bus, but that was sure not the case for Cubans whose modes of travel were throwbacks to another era. This was just one more area where I was struck by the differences between neighbors who are only 90 miles apart.
Many people rode bicycles, some with tires so worn and flat I wondered how they rolled at all. Then I remembered that on the flight from Miami to Cuba many people checked bicycle tires. That was now beginning to make sense!
Again and again I found myself wondering how it would be to live without all the conveniences I have, but my answer was always the same. If that’s all I knew, it wouldn’t seem different, it would just be the way of life.
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