Waiting in colors
If there were two things that stroke me in Cuba, that would definitively be colors and waiting.
Colors; because probably more than in any other American countries, there are so often the only way to turn the old and unchanging into new. Painting as a make-up to cover the decaying charms of that old Cuban lady who lives under US embargo since 1962.
Waiting; because in a country living under the same political leadership for more than 50 years, changes are title or none, and waiting turns so deep in the Cuban hearts that this is resignation to that frozen state that you see too often in their eyes.
Today Cuba is literally waiting in colors.
See the complete cluster here: Cuba - part1