Viñales, Cuba

The thirty-something degrees Celsius weather with bursts of pouring rain every other hour in La Habana didn’t just mean our (my best friend and I) clothes would get wet and an hour later, dry on its own, leaving us with sticky and itchy bodies, but it also meant fans in our face while we slept and the uselessness of any sweater due to the intense heat regardless of the rain. 450 palabras más