The Window

By Anna Tripp

The anticipation to see Cuba from the plane was distracting. As we began to approach Havana, the people in the plane began glancing outside in awe and excitement. Since I couldn’t look out the window closest to me, I tried looking out the other rows’ window. Heads kept getting in my way. I realized I would just have to wait till I landed to see. I mention this because while on the plane, I was not expecting people to start hustling to look out. The majority of the plane consisted of Cubans so I felt they would not be excited to see their country. I was wrong but was curious to find out why.