Nothing gets people revved up like
strapping in and putting the pedal
to the metal. From corporate events
to birthday parties to everything in
between, at K1 give you all the
ride of your lives.
friends for an immersive educational and cultural experience. As
soon as I land, transported to
the 1950s. a time when everyone gets around in cars such as a
turquoise 1954 Plymouth Savoy.
A time when sitting in a rocking
chair on the porch in the evening
twilight while chatting with neighbors is the norm. A land where
smartphones are not the norm.
On our way to our Airbnb, we
pass through the Vedado neighborhood with its large homes typical of
the 1940s and weave through
Centro Havana with its art deco
structures and finally land in
Havana Vieja (Old Havana) with
its quintessential Spanish colonial
architecture. struck by the contrast between buildings that have
been restored and those that lie in
crumbled ruins, looking as if
been left in disrepair for years.
Here, the city is a flurry of
colors, lights and music. rumba,
Afro-Cuban jazz and salsa flooding
the streets. small serving
mojitos and daiquiris. perfect.
Strolling along the streets of
Havana Vieja, I quickly lose myself
in the pulse of the city. This is not
the nine-to-five work race that
accustomed to, but everyone
moves with purpose. I wander into
Plaza de Armas, which is lined with
tables: flea market vendors selling
old books and records, all draw-
ing me in. An old woman passes by
slowly, a cane in her right hand, a
cigar in her left.
I head for Almacenes de San
on the Port of Havana, an market housed in a warehouse
built in the late 1800s. As I meander through the stalls, one young
photography catches my eye.
He asks where from and is not
only excited to know that visiting from the U.S., but he also wants
to know what I think about the
upcoming election, noting who he
thinks will win (or at least whom
he is pulling for).
The curiosity of the
and their something
not sure I expected. Perhaps I
assumed that because not
as connected to the internet, social
media and other forms of communication as we are that they might
not be as attuned to happening in our perhaps I
thought that because of the divide
between our countries for more
than half a century, they might not
be interested. As thirsty as I am
to know about the people of Cuba,
just as intrigued, wanting
both to share their stories and history and learn about mine.
Though our governments and
ideologies might be worlds apart,
we are not. After all, Cuba is now
just a hop, skip and a an
Augusta Warrior Project
For many veterans, the real battle begins not
overseas but back at home, where they can face
unemployment, homelessness and health issues.
For thousands of veterans based in the greater Augusta area of Georgia and South
Carolina, the Augusta Warrior Project is a beacon of hope and a model for other
programs. By connecting closely with local and national organizations, the bashes the educational and bureaucratic barriers hindering many
access to medical, housing and job assistance. Last year alone, AWP helped more
than 300 veterans secure employment and 100 obtain stable housing. To date, the
organization has served 10,000 local vets and their families. augustawarriorproject.org