Decompressing Cuba

Its been exactly one week and 3 days since Ive been back in Los Angeles from Cuba. There is so much I have not yet comprehended and its also been hard for me to go through the images and begin proper editing. It could very well just be that Im back in reality and still yearning to be on the road learning and consuming another's culture and way of life. Yeah thats it. 

Ive discovered on this trip that I have a hard time functioning when not motivated in what we know as everyday society. My truth always seems more apparent when I am away, alone, zoning out to the sites and sounds of things unknown to me. That is the addiction I am currently facing and although it is not a bad one, I have to learn balance. 

This is not a full article on my adventures, just a simple hello Im alive, I had a great time, and yes I know you want to see photos. Im just not ready yet to share such an experience. I prefer to travel alone, but on this trip I was accompanied by my amazing friend Kristine and when she departed, I traveled a few hours south to meet my friend and photographer Ryan Duclos. Because of this I must admit that I didn't have as much of a spiritual experience as I had hoped, yet with saying that I am truly blessed to have traveled with them and I wouldn't have changed a second. Even now days later I am still not there, but not here either. I feel like I am floating constantly waiting for an end to something.

I am missing the humid air sticking to the back of my neck and the brazing sun forcing droplets of sweat to find its way in every crevasse possible. I miss the white smiles shining from the blackest skin and the chemical free food that Ive never had the pleasure of experiencing. I miss the farms of Vinales and the little chubby bananas that were accompanied at every breakfast meal. I miss the ego free love that was felt with every footstep in every city I visited.

So before this turns into an extended piece Ill leave with saying, this journey Id like to share will be continued for your consumption at a later date. The entire purpose of my persuit of travel is to experience exactly what Im experiencing now. To come home with a new outlook, feeling and experience that will aid me in continuing my life's journey. That is the entire purpose of why we choose to engage and become what we are. Its all with the desire and hopes of becoming.