Trip to Havana, Cuba and Miami, Florida

For the final weeks of 2016, I’ll be visiting Havana and Miami (and the surrounding areas).

Its well known that I love Latin American girls and culture–I find the healthy amount of passion that they infuse into everything captivating–and the people are warm to my vibe as well.

The plan for Havana is to soak in as much of the city as possible, wander until I get lost, drink rum and smoke cigars on the streets, take plenty of photographs of the people, cars, and surroundings, hang out to drink and write at Hemingway’s old haunts, avoid the prostitutes and seduce the sexiest girls I come across.

*The reason I can go to the country as a US citizen is a separate mission that has to do with my professional life–all I can say is that the project is fucking cool*

Verified like a motherfucker.

Verified like a motherfucker.

Havana has always been high on my list of cities I’ve wanted to visit. There is something incredibly alluring about a place that has been so recently steeped in controversy and tumult. I cannot wait to experience what the people are like in the flesh.

After Havana, I’ll take a quick flight to Miami to cap off the year and celebrate the arrival of 2017 in style.

I’ll probably have a meetup while I’m there, so if you are interested stay in touch. (Twitter is the best option for updates).

The last time I was in Miami for Art Basel, lot of wild times were had: Read Art Basel: Sex, Drugs, and Getting Weird (pt.1), (pt.2), (pt.3), (pt.4).

This time around I plan on doing some deep sea fishing and killing some big fish to eat, kayaking through mangrove forest, exploring Everglades National Park for snakes and alligators, snorkeling/spearfishing, going to stripclubs with The Private Man, and relaxing at some Japanese Gardens.

The end of another year is always a good time for a reinvention. I’ve been wrapped up in my intellect more than usual lately and this trip will mark a return to instinct and intuition–places where I’m at my strongest and most comfortable.

Navigating a place where I don’t speak the language–my Spanish is minimal, and I’m sure I won’t understand much of the Cuban version–and spending time in raw Nature among the animals are perfect places to let go of the intellectual rung of the mind and rely on the baser, more pure methods of operation.

This is something I would recommend everyone to do, especially if you find yourself getting caught in a creative rut or are feeling uninspired. Life is about finding balance and your head should not be the master of your actions–it should remain a servant who is kept in check.

Relying on intuition will be the theme of this trip and I don’t think I could have picked a better city to start it off in.

Cheers to a new year and elevated ways of thinking.

About Goldmund

Goldmund grew up a wild-child and was constantly being disciplined. Using ancient rituals and game, he broke free from the shackles of his mind and the norms of this backwards society. He frequents bars in Brooklyn, mountains in Mexico, and retreats to the desert. His passions are nature and women.

7 comments on “Trip to Havana, Cuba and Miami, Florida

  1. Now that you mention it I think I will go for a walk in the woods tomorrow. Being cerebral I need to find more ways to get out of my head

    • Well, my first night out in Havana was pretty epic and involved sex, drugs, a hotel scam, and I ended up getting robbed by a bunch of Russians.

      I’ll write it up once I get back to the homeland and am able to think straight again.

  2. Congratulations getting to Havana. How does a normal American get a visa to go there. Before Castro came into power my grandfather used t drive his car down to Key West and put it on the ferry and go to Havana. I’ve always wanted to go ever since hearing his stories. Looking forward to your whole report on the place. My grandparents lived in Miami Beach for 3 decades so I used to visit there often. I’m looking forward to hear how it’s changed since then. I’m overdue for a trip down there too.

      • My grandfather was a alpha male who didn’t get married until he was 49. He loved cards, billiards, and deep sea fishing. He went down there for the gambling and the wild times. Las Vegas was nothing until Castro drove the mob out and they relocated to Las Vegas.

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