Jose was driving down the highway, "look out," slammed on his brakes, leaving skid marks. There is a frightened dog alongside, was lost, but now found. Lifted and hugged, licking his face, tail wagging, obviously a friendly dog. Jose knew his wife wouldn't accept another dog into the household so took him to the vet. Ben, a Deaf Christian, eventually adopted him and was given a nickname, "Florida," and returned back home to North Carolina. God is our best friend, just as Ben being the dog's best friend. Both were baptized, fleas were taken away, so were our sins. The dog now has a home while we await ours in the hereafter.
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.