I was wondering Havana alone. Before I knew it, I was walking alongside a local kindergarden teacher, through alleys and across plazas. He wanted to practice his English, and I wanted to practice my Spanish, so we chatted in each other's languages where he lead me to his favorite spots. He just had to take me to Hemingway's favorite watering hole before we parted. This is where I snapped this shot of him, showing off his Cuban cigar.