My guide Raul and I are driving out of Havana to Viñales. All windows are open of our old Russian Lada car. The breeze feels nice. “Fresh!” Raul says with a big smile of his face, while his arms make a gesture as if he is scooping loads of air into his nose and mouth.
It sure is way more fresh than the exhaust filled air in Havana. The slight scent of burned oil that is still somewhat present in the car, makes me hope this is only a prelude of what is coming later that day in the Viñales valley. It’s going to be a great day!
I smile too.

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