When I was in Finland, I was hungry so I went to a Helsinki BK to get myself a whopper, fries, and the real thing, Coca-Cola. They even got a spa inside, so I decided to check it out, first stripping off my clothing, taking a shower and entering a sauna. There is a fee to enjoy Finnish culture three hours. A Finnish Deaf family and their Deaf children joined us, at first I felt uncomfortable when their Deaf six years old son asked me why my penis different, the father, signing, explains to him that American men are circumcised where the foreskin is cut off at birth. That was so embarrassing, we play Sony PlayStation to change the subject matter. I love steam my buns in the steam room, I meant the bread, not her butts. They taught me a few Finnish signs, mostly body anatomy. I was wondering why kids giggling, telling me to stop looking at their mom boobs as I was getting an erection. I learn to keep an open mind and respect their culture.
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.