I met Jewel, a spirited American from the state of Missouri, upon arrival at a cigar plantation in rural Vinales, a Cuban national park two hours from Havana. Although coming to Cuba with solo travel intentions, we gravitated towards a shared sense of humour and easy-going nature.
We took horse rides, storm-soaked journeys on piece-of-shit bicycles, and partied in a nightclub built inside a dripping, illuminated cave. We travelled to central Cuba together and discovered the joys of colour-soaked Trinidad. Many cigars and much rum were thrown into the mix.
At the beginning of what will be an illustrious life of travel, there’s a rich world of discovery ahead of this young jewel from the midwest.