Taking a ride through Castro’s Cuba

Taking a ride through Castro’s Cuba

“He’s not Castro to us,” said Rolando. “He’s Fidel.” Rolando, my friend Whitney and I were seated around a small table on a sun-drenched terrace, overlooking the Malecón, the main seaside strip in Havana, Cuba. The terrace was on the sprawling, manicured grounds of the Hotel Nacional, one of the...

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