Let’s take a moment to travel back to the first week of November, 2016. President Obama was still in office, the election had not yet taken place, and this gringa stepped foot on Cuban soil for the very first time. Little did I know the huge impact this tiny island would have on my life. To give you a better understanding of my experience I will give you a bit of background on myself. I was born and raised in the tiny central Florida town of Dade City, where I spent most of my time on my grandparents cattle ranch. My family was extremely tight-knit growing up and I had not been exposed to much else other than southern culture until I spread my wings and flew off to college. When I moved to Miami, this city opened up my eyes to the world and I fell in love with experiencing different cultures on a daily basis. Hence my love of travel which led to planning a trip to explore Cuba and my wife’s roots, who is a first generation Cuban-American. I was nervous about the trip because of the extreme polarization of people’s viewpoints on the island, especially here in...