Where to next?
Not Havana. Not yet. But maybe soon.
36 years ago this month, I covered the Trinity College basketball team as the first American sports team to play in Cuba since the revolution in 1959.
Here are some of the pictures I took of Havana as it looked in 1980.
We stayed at the Hotel Sevilla, once the playground of American mobsters, still proud in its faded glory.
We drank mojitos at La Bodeguita del Medio, which claims to be the birthplace of the cocktail, and where Hemingway would come to consume them in heroic quantities. True? Who knows?
Beautiful boulevards and buildings.
Pre-Revolution American cars, that still ran by necessity on ingenuity.
A proud woman, who graciously let us into her home to show us what little she and her family had.
But most unforgettable: the faces of some of the friendliest people I’ve met anywhere.
2016 should see the continuation of the thaw between the U.S. and Cuba.
American airlines are ready to start service to Havana as soon as the government says go.
And maybe I’ll get to revisit a place I never thought I’d see again.