There were a great debate between the oralist and the cultural Deaf scheduled to be held on the Gallaudet campus, both speakers have impressive credentials. This event was made possible with a grant from a major corporate sponsor. It was well publicized in advanced, a catering service been contracted out, space set aside for booths, so much enthusiasm among the planning committee as it was projected that the audience would be packed full. Then realities sets in, no one shows up, blame it on on apathy. The vendors didn't participate and the, food had to be donated to the homeless, leaving us in debts. As least the speakers collected their fees and left town.
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.