outside of comfort, a place unlike

it was tossed around for a while and left sitting on top of a small flame. the idea of traveling to a country that's apparently been locked in a time when the world was almost at the brink of complete annihilation had me a bit nervous. a few months passed and the flame never did quite die, it actually grew. it kept growing and growing until my apprehension evaporated and what remained was my complete resolve to explore this land first-hand.

careful planning and much research came afterwards. i read up on what was clearly black and white:
can you travel to cuba? yes.
can you spend money in cuba? nope.
understood.

countless forums and websites are on the web offering tips on ways to get to cuba. all pretty much say the same; whatever you do, DO NOT GET YOUR PASSPORT STAMPED.
everything else is cake
well, i bought the airline tickets 3 weeks prior the trip. i along with two of my closest friends were now locked inside the barrel of what was to be an amazing week. 

feeling a little funky

why do i feel like i'm idling through?
i can't quite explain it. it comes when you least expect it. my room is clean and i've returned from one of the most amazing places i've ever been to in my life; and yet i'm stuck in a funk

this funk sucks and i would like to beat it with a sledgehammer, but i'm afraid the sledgehammer will do nothing. this funk surrounds my thoughts like a impenetrable safe to which i'm beginning to believe holds nothing. maybe, in order to unlock this metal funk, a journey to the start would prove to be the key. ok, i guess i'll start from the beginning
 

t-infiniti

for once in my life i actually packed 24 hours before a trip. usually i save this very vital part of the journey for the last 20-30 minutes before my departure to the airport.
i have no real excuse for this procrastination, it truly is stupidity; but, this time it's different. i am allowing myself no room for retarded behavior and have even organized my carry-on and backpack to the point where i actually know where everything is.

this week long trek will stretch my imagination along with my physical limits. i am flying on three different airplanes towards three remote places of this hemisphere all in one complete day. paradise awaits on the other side, i hope.
whatever it is, i anxiously wait.