Reporting from Havana
The rum flows freely in Cuba.
Only in this country would our tour guide shout out that
we’re making a pina colada and bathroom break on the way to the beach. Small
huts stand by the side of the freeway, pineapples lined up on the bar, ready to
be filled with rum and gobbled up by thirsty travelers.
These stops are gimmicky. They’re crowded by Europeans and
Canadians. And, whether it’s obvious or not, a part of an increasingly
important piece of Cuba’s economic survival: tourism.
Tourism makes up about $2.5 billion of Cuba’s economy,
according to an American official at the United States Interests Section.



Though I know how important it is to Cuba's economy, the idea of this society that remains so untouched by the first world becoming a tourist trap troubles me. Will more men and women leave their jobs to join that industry? Will it become the only hopeful industry in this country?
I can’t imagine that feeling. Though I recognize that I’m
young, don’t have a family or a mortgage to pay for, the idea of setting aside
my passion is unfathomable to me. Yet that’s the nature of a country that pays
its people nearly equally: regardless of your passion, the return is the same.
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