An interpreter service firm decided to take actions to improve the skills of their interpreters it hires, having a RID certificate just isn't enough, and trying to get Deaf consumers to fill out its survey is too much of a hassle and time-consuming. After brainstorming, they came up with solution, requiring all interpreters to wear a t-shirt with the "How Am I Interpreting...Dial 555-5ASL" imprinted on the back. Service has since improved.
It's only an hour flight, Cuban visa can be bought during check-in at the airline counter before departure, just don't forget your passport. I exchanged dollars into their convertible (CUC) pesos upon arrival. I stayed at an hostel next to the baseball stadium. I focused on videotaping their culture alone rather than being somewhat biased traveling group with their hectic schedule. One day took a Soviet era Lada taxi to outskirts of Havana to visit a Deaf school. They asked me what we Deaf Americans do with our obsolete TTY as we are using VP nowadays, hopefully some organizations will donate those equipment. I felt like was blasted into the past, surrounded by all those vintage automobiles.