Rebecca Francesca Reuter Puerto
writer, traveler, marine biologist
Remember World War II? Remember Reeducation camps in the USA? Remember how truth was being twisted into a hoax? This is what Cuba has been for 62-years. This is what Cuba is today. Kidnapping teenagers who participated in the protests and sending them to reeducation camps. For those White, Liberals who support the Cuban revolution... Continue Reading →
Below is my gift to help with the conversations happening about Cuba since the 7/11 uprising.
You probably haven't heard about the destruction that Hurricane Matthew had on Cuba's Eastern province of Guantanamo (called Oriente in pre-Castro Cuba). Despite the renewed relations between Cuba and the U.S. - only Haiti exists as a Caribbean nation worthy of reporting. Maybe because there are already media embedded in Haiti - knowing that at... Continue Reading →
On December 17th, 2014, I was on a cruise ship, sailing to within four miles of the coast of Cuba. I was on a cruise with my mother, my husband and best friend from high school. We just left the Bahamas and were on our way to Ocho Rios Jamaica. I knew the ship would... Continue Reading →
I sat at the table watching my grandmother uncover the large pot sitting on the stove. As steam billowed from under the cover, the fragrance of oregano, garlic, onion, tomato, chicken and a hint of white wine, tickled my nose and made my stomach growl. I eagerly awaited my plate of arroz con pollo piled... Continue Reading →
Sitting on the bus in my decaffeinated and hungry state - bleary eyed, a mild headache, and a low grumble in my stomach – I tried to absorb the scenery. We rolled through a rural landscape of fields of grass bordered with wooden fencing and second growth forest, a jumble of tropical plants in slightly... Continue Reading →
Death. No matter how hard we try, we just can't get away from it. Nope, sorry, you too will die, your spirit will leave your physical body and go... wherever spirits go when we die. So why do you ignore it? You know... Death? When someone you know or love is consciously dying because they... Continue Reading →
Version 3 Guantanamera, a travel memoir, describes a trip with my mother to her birthplace, Guantanamo, Cuba. Upon arrival the romantic vision of Cuba I had since childhood, quickly melted away as I found myself in a military state. “Why did I decide to take this trip?” I thought to myself as I walked past... Continue Reading →
When there is a fork in the road take it. Just do something for crying out loud. Don't just stand there scratching your head wondering which is the "best" road. For some it will be the road less traveled, unpaved, muddy, with huge pot holes or ruts. For others it will be immaculately paved, well... Continue Reading →
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