Wow, Is it Really Almost Over??

Havana, Cuba

So the time had come to pack our bags one last time (well, metaphorically, I’m still homeless) and board our final plane reflecting on our time. Cuba itself had been quite an ironic end with the laziness and can’t be bothered attitude, as we saw our corresponding reflection of tiredness and giving in to just doing nothing. Everything had gone fast pace, so Cuba was a good end to our journey; still enough going on to keep you on your feet, but not enough so that it’s easier to just let things flow. The week had gone as quick as any week had gone and in comparison it probably only felt like 2 days but stretched over a week’s worth of time. As each country was ticked off the list the faster the time went and our imminent arrival back to Madrid was only now hours away.