With the U.S. government’s blessing, Michael flew to Cuba in the winter of 2008. Never with a glass of mojito far from his hand, he drifted through the crumbling streets of Havana, following the sultry sounds of music wafting from afar.
With the U.S. government’s blessing, Michael flew to Cuba in the winter of 2008. Never with a glass of mojito far from his hand, he drifted through the crumbling streets of Havana, following the sultry sounds of music wafting from afar.