So, in a creepy facebook way, I was looking at someone's pictures of Cuba. A friend of a friend, but it's nice to be able to look through their pictures. It was amazing to be taken back there and remember those things. So damn lucky. To Hamlin street in the art district and see stuff that I could have never imagined. The psicoballet and how hysterical and beautiful it was. The hospital, the doctor's office. Pain I will never know, beauty I'll only see once. Even as I write this I can really only think about the water and how blue it was. You can read about it, you can see photos and you never really get it until it takes your breath away. And you stare at it and drink it with your eyes because it's so blue. It's like bathing in sunshine.

And the people you love and who love you. The ones who journey with you as you feel like what you knew crumbles in your hand and trickles through you fingers. The ones who laugh with you, skinny dip with you, ask questions, listen to questions, cry, get mad, run, spin, eat weird food. The ones you never see again. The ones who teach you more in a week than you wonder if you've learned in your life. They give more with a meal than you think you can give with your whole heart. They don't care that you don't get it. For some reason, you get to be loved by them.

It wasn't always magical. I hated parts of it. I was lonely, frustrated, scared, sick, pained. But it was really small in comparison to the magic in the smiles, the you-have-no-clue-what's-happening laughter, the aha! moments, and sharing.

Just as magical as a street corner popsicle between friends.