A few years back, I crossed the Panama canal a couple of times on a cruise ship.
Oddly enough, my most vivid memory of the canal is of a gay Philipino boy named Joy who was withening my teeth at the spa in front of the window, during the crossing. I did actually write a poem about Joy, the canal and its history and my teeth, but I will publish that later. For now, I leave you with the pictures.
I fell in love with Cuba instantly. Reflections on a magical country ridden with contradictions.
Before you set foot on Cartagena, you have to abandon every stereotyped idea you may have about Colombia
Of all the Caribbean and Atlantic islands of Central America, Aruba will always remain my favorite.