To say Cuba was a culture shock, those words do not bring it justice. As we immersed into old Havana, we shared common curiosities with our gracious hosts.
The Cuban embargo froze time, figuratively and literally. One piece of beauty my wife kept photographing was the tile work in the homes and businesses. We fell in love with the colorful yet distressed and patiently daily cleaned tile. With the closest big box hardware store a mere 90 miles across the pacific to the north, what is there must be cared for.
I have been looking to add that color into our home, to help keep the memory alive. While its not authenticate, its close to representing a taste of what we saw there. I am enjoying finding little influences (and memories) while adding them tastefully to ours.
