It has taken a full week to get out of the communist bubble and find my way back. I'm in the middle of documenting our trip for the Boston Globe and local papers, so I won't write much here, except that this was our greatest group of kids yet! We just adored them, and sharing Cuba with them. Cuba, itself, hasn't changed. Oh the wonder and sadness of that. Here are a few of our group shots from the trip. We weren't allowed to photography any of our humanitarian efforts for various reasons, but safe to say, these kids changed those whose lives they touched, just as they too were changed. It seems like a dream now, but the pictures mean it was real. Viva Cuba Libre!
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