For over a decade, I have sought Cuba, and, finally, I’m about to land in Havana.
Buildings and other objects carry the words and thoughts of those who made them and those who lived in, used, or otherwise interacted with them.
Like Lazarus, I woke to a fresh resolution, the importance of self-preservation.
Snippets of splendor were sprinkled everywhere in Moscow.
Bali didn’t seem real to me until I began writing about it.
