My first trip.

From the moment the train arrived, I knew I was about to live an unforgettable experience. As I stepped out, the warm, humid air enveloped me like a hug. The mix of smells: tobacco and a touch of nostalgia, made me feel like I had arrived somewhere special.

Walking through the streets of Old Havana was like going back in time. The colonial buildings, with their worn paint but full of history, told me about bygone eras. I stood in front of the Capitol, marveling at its majesty. Every corner had a story to tell, and I was eager to hear it.

My first trip to Havana was more than a vacation; It was a personal discovery that left me wanting to return and continue exploring its magic.