I wonder sometimes if the places we want to go will be the places we want to go when we get there. That fantasy is better than reality. The Cuba of my dreams, filled with old cars and dancing probably doesn't exist. You go to the sideshow and it's all the same voice blaring from speakers, the same tired speech over and over. Nothing real. They even took the bits that you love and reduced it to efficiency and outsourcing. But somewhere out there, there are places that make your jaw drop. And we'll find them. In the middle of sameness and black and white generics, we will find a phantasmagoria of hues and fun.

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