If there were two things that stroke me in Cuba, that would definitively be colors and waiting.
Colors, not just because there are plenty and vivid under the January dry light of the Caribbean, no, 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 to give a phone call, waiting to get the monthly food state supply, waiting to get that piece of administration paper, waiting because the car is just broken one more time, waiting for a one-hour job… Cubans are waiting everywhere and all the time. 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 - part 1