We waded through the throngs of people awaiting relatives from Miami bearing flat screen TVs, baby cribs, bicycles, and car tires to be greeted by billboards praising both the lovely Caribbean beaches and the virtues of the Revolution. The air in Cuba was thick and the light reflected the verdant hue of the lush green landscape. The road to Havana was sparsely traveled by open-air buses, antique cars and horses as we made our way to our first stop, Hemingway’s beloved Finca La Vigia where he spent much of his declining years writing stories inspired by the people and place he had adopted as his own. Translated, “the Lookout House”, Finca La Vigia was airy and light, with its crisp white walls and Cuban…