The clock was past 9 when I opened my eyes and found myself in my small room with high ceilings, hearing the sound of the rain playing on the balcony outside, together with women’s voices talking in Spanish. I looked around me and saw my backpack on the couch, untouched. I must have been so tired after the flight that as soon as I got into the room, I crashed on the bed and fallen asleep. Prepare your trip to Cuba with the Lonely Planet guides. Click on the photos see the more details: [showad block=12] I was in Cuba. For real. I got out of bed, got dressed, and open the door. My room was the last one, at the second floor, alongside a narrow balcony that was crossing the whole patio. I’ve made my way to the main building and stepped inside, only to discover a beautiful lounge decorated with vintage chairs alongside a table, two big chandeliers hanging on the ceiling and a tall mirror. The walls were covered in what I assumed to be paintings made by Cuban artists. ...