Yes, we did that.

A few days before arriving in Havana where we would become Salsa dancers, watch Obama's motorcade speed by on the main Havana boulevard and explore an old military fort perched on a rocky seaside cliff, we arrived at La Isla de Juventud. The island is a secluded, coconut filled paradise just off the coast of the mainland. Here, by this beautiful island I fell in love. At first, the love was rocky and it felt like I couldn't breathe. Air was just a few short feet away, but that first breath didn't seem to hit my lungs for hours. This is where I learned to freedive. Initially, I could not even get down to 15 feet, but by the end of our stay off of the island, I had reached the one minute mark for a dive and I had reached depths of 45 feet to see a sleeping nurse shark.

These past 90 days were challenging, rewarding, disappointing, exciting, but above all, memorable. Thank You.