The second Sunday of May marks Mother's Day in Cuba.Taking advantage of the #weekend-engagement, I want to share some advice my mom has taught me—mostly the hard way.And some random photo from this weekIf you’re a mother reading this: Congratulations, you have the hardest job in the world. It’s an honor that you’re reading this, especially today.

A robbery, third-world politics, and a lot of bureaucracy in a country full of craziness. That’s what this post is about.It’s been a month since my dad got on a bus (a "guagua") and had his phone stolen.It wasn’t the first time it happened to him (unfortunately).

The weather in Havana is starting to turn into the eternal summer we’re used to. So, walks around the city need to be spaced out or done later.I took a little stroll adjusted to the new schedule along part of the Malecón in Havana.

This ship and I have a personal history.Don’t imagine too much.My first visit to the ARM Cuauhtémoc was one of my earliest posts on Hive (the third, if I remember correctlyI intended to publish about classic cars from my country and ended up writing about ships without planning it.

In a country where the economy is a disaster, it's very hard to think of a future where money isn't a problem. The odds of that happening are very low. So, it’s time to change locations or increase those odds.Still... who hasn’t dreamed, or dreams about what they would do if they won the lottery, or if their next venture takes off? No? I have.

As far back as I can remember, this bicycle has been close to me.According to my uncle, its original owner bought it at a second-hand store during one of his trips to Italy.Before, in Cuba, traveling to other countries was reserved for only a few. He was one of those few, working for the Merchant Marine.