Nearing the end of the trip I thought it would be appropriate to immortalized my decent from the motorcoach…and yes while the temperatures in Cuba were warm, the airconditioning on the bus was so cool that I needed to wear my fleece. Except for the sun-hat one would never have thought I left New York…but I did and discovered pure air and sunshine and a warm and gracious people who have the refreshing capacity to separate people from politics.