We’re back from Cuba, but not entirely

Marla Jo Fisher, selfie, on the balcony of her guesthouse in Havana, CubaThis morning, my teenage daughter tried to lecture me about my behavior.
“Mom, we aren’t in Cuba anymore,” she said, pursing her lips and frowning. “You’re still drinking Cuban coffee and forcing us to listen to Cuban music all the time. Every time I come into the kitchen, it’s playing on the stereo. We are back in the United States now. It’s time to get over it. Let’s move on