Aug 15, 2005 11:23
We left Cuba Saturday afternoon. I cried. If only Pedro could come too, I might be happier. But I don't think it's just leaving him that made me sad, it's leaving the whole place. Down there everything is so raw. People are who they are, they're proud of everything they do. There isn't any feeling sorry for them, even though they live poor and under a ruler who keeps them down, because they don't feel sorry for themselves. They're hard workers, but never take anything too seriously.
The parties down there are insane. Everyone dances, it's all about dancing. No one criticizes the music, we all love it. There isn't any gangster grinding, having sex on the dance floor, it's much more classy. You know someone wants you if they look you in the eyes as you dance together. North America could learn a few lessons from them.
I didn't want to leave at all. I found love, for the first time in my life. It hurts a lot right now, I wish I could just get over it. But what is it they say "it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" ? It's true. Because for a week, I felt like the happiest person in the world. I felt like he only had eyes for me, and every worry, every thought was gone when I was with him. I'll probably never see him again, but to know that I've loved is encouraging, it can only get better from here!