On our last day in Cuba, one choice was to walk around Old Havana. I started walking with friends but decided I wanted to strike out on my own. After the initial shock of being alone after so many days of being with a group, I felt really free. That freedom often comes to me at the end of a foreign trip, as if I’ve accomplished everything I need to accomplish, and now I can just wander aimlessly. I came across a sweet little park where someone was playing guitar, and I noticed a group of artists drawing together. I stood near them for awhile, half-hoping that they would ask me to join them. They reminded me of the drawing groups that I’m a part of at home. In the end, I decided to sit on a bench near them and do my own drawing while absorbing the creative energy around me.