Curious Culture

If you plan on visiting this incredible country, my biggest recommendation is to GET OUT OF YOUR HOTEL! Sure, everyone loves to spend a day laying on the beach, pina colada in hand, soaking up the sun. But I highly suggest having a limited amount of these days. That way, you will be able to fully immerse yourself in the amazing culture which surrounds you. And this tip doesn’t just apply to Cuba. I believe that that is one of the most important parts about travelling anywhere. The best way to travel is to fully experience day-to-day life of the local people.

The great thing about Cuba is that immersing yourself in local culture is completely possible, and safe! I know a lot of South American countries have a negative connotation and are thought of being unsafe, but Cuba is the complete opposite of that. Of course, ask your hotel about any areas which they would recommend to avoid. However, every time that I have visited Cuba, my family and I would have a taxi drop us off in a close by town and we would spend the day walking around, eating local food, and experiencing true Cuban culture. One of the most amazing memories I have is a perfect example of this. My family and I were walking down a side road of a town we were visiting, and hear loud music coming from one of the homes. While passing by, a local man saw us and basically ushered us into this big backyard. There were a few dozen people in this backyard, singing, dancing, cooking, and eating. Some of the locals were playing live music while others were roasting a pig, dancing around, and chatting with friends and family. Every single person was so kind and friendly, and even invited us to sit and eat with them. I don’t think any one of them spoke English and none of us new Spanish, but the language barriers didn’t seem to matter at all. They opened up their home to us and made us feel so welcome. Although this wasn’t a big city, and we didn’t necessarily make friends who we keep in contact with, we made some amazing memories. Now every time that I think of Cuba, those are the moments I think of, not the day I spent laying on a plastic beach chair with other Canadian’s all around me.

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