Although Americans tourists are banned from entering the country, I went under the journalism category.
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.


Marco Polo

Parents were worried that their Deaf son hasn't arrive home yet from the neighborhood public pool as it's getting dark. The lifeguard shown up on their footsteps with their Deaf son, explaining to them, using gestures, that he found him at closure still playing "Marco Polo," without realizing that all of the kids left earlier after he became "it."

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