Visiting Cuba is like being transported back in time. From the vintage 1940′s and 1950′s cars, to the exquisite architecture of the 19th and early 20th centuries, to the stately Hotel Nacional and the colorful Riviera Hotel reminiscent of the frenetic and infamous Havana of 1930 through the late 1950′s. And then there are the persistent reminders of the Revolution which attempted to end class distinction and slammed the door on capitalism and changed the face of Cuba. It was a privilege to shepherd 40 of our congregants through this unique country. Our eyes were opened as we had a glimpse of what was and what yet might be someday. In the next few weeks you shall read the impressions of some of the mission participants who will share their thoughts and feelings with us.
Harriet Hirsch wrote this beautiful poem on returning from Cuba (photos by Joel Rachmiel).
Cuba or Berlin that was the choice,
Many of us spoke up with one voice:
Cuba it was, but now what to do?
There was a dilemma as reservations were few
How do you choose who could not come,
Cantor Stahl said, “This is not fun!”
So in his wisdom he came up with a plan
We’ll have a lottery and take who we can
Forty of us were randomly picked
So we all packed our duffles lickety split
Off to Miami we arrived in two groups
By four forty five on Sunday we already were pooped.
We trekked to the shuttle, coffee in hand,
And flew to Cuba hoping to land
Land safely we did and watched the carrousel turn round
With no luggage to see our faces wore frowns;
We collected all bags and soon found our bus
But wait! One thought ran through our heads
Would Amex and Visa think we were dead?
But dollars to CUCS we managed to change
The bills and coins looked really strange
Exploring Havana we learned a great deal
Yes those fifty style cars are actually real
We visited Synagogues, the Patronato and school
The children thought our donations were cool;
La FincaViga is a famous home
We gazed through open windows
Where Hemingway’s ghost still roams.
We saw how Cuban cigars were made
Each one had to meet the grade
Art galleries and craft markets we all found
Our baggage expanded in leaps and bounds
Each meal we ate Included rice and beans
But Cuba does not have white meat chicken or so it seems,
The Tropicana a fantastic show,
But the night is long so “lettuce” all go!
At the Trinidad clinic we left donations
To help the new born generation
At Hotel Jagua on Cienfuegos Bay
We took time to rest and play (Even Bridge!)
Back in Havana it was time for Shabbat
Services and dinner we were a tired lot
At Café Oriente on Saturday night,
A delicious dinner –What a delight!
We drank and ate
Even left time to celebrate( Betsy’s Birthday)
The music encouraged us to dance
Manuel said if he came back he’d be taking a chance!
Off we went to the Cuban Ballet
Another treat at the end of a day!
Planning this trip was no easy task
It’s Jeff and Betsy you need only ask
Traveling with TBJ is always a treat
For a congregational family we can’t be beat.


























