So, my mental Cuba decision scale is tipping and getting heavier with YES reasons.
Oh em geeeeeeeeeee. This is too difficult.
This is going to sound random/SO emo, but I wish that I could have real breakfast with a real family. Real breakfast being actual breakfast food like eggs and pancakes and toast and orange juice. Real family being... well, just not complete awkwardness and total dysfunction.
To those of you that experience real breakfast with your real families, every single day of the week, I am so insanely jealous and I really hope that you know how lucky you are.
