Visiting my dad’s house was one of the things that I really wanted to do first when we arrived to Cuba. This house was so special because of all of the memories he had growing up as a kid and it’s historical location. It is DIRECTLY across the street from the famous Tropicana Night Club. My dad would tell me so many stories about listening to the bands from his bedroom window and watching the chorus girls walk down the street to and from work. Watch this quick segment of my dad’s reaction to ‘coming home’.