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𓇼 🌊 🐚 ( 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓪 )

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𓇼 🌊 🐚 ( 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓪 )

chap 1 ( arriving at
havana ) ''!

chap 1 ( arriving athavana ) ''!

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FINALLY, HAVANA.

The city sprawled beneath the three girls as the plane touched down, its vibrant colors and crumbling colonial architecture slowly coming into view already pulling them into the rhythm of Cuba.

exhausted yet exhilarated, they step off the plane into the vibrant warmth of Havana.

The humid air wraps around them as they exchange wide eyed smiles, their faces glowing with excitement and relief.

Their travel-worn outfits—light dresses and sandals—flutter in the warm breeze as they take their first steps onto Cuban ground.

The city's energy pulses around them: the hum of classic cars, the distant rhythm of salsa music, and the colorful buildings lining the streets. Palm trees sway overhead, and the sky is a rich, tropical blue

The city seemed alive, welcoming them with open arms. They had arrived. their adventure just beginning.

"I missed my Cuba." said amara with a wide smile across her face as she felt the longing to her original country.

Settling into the back of the cab, the girls watch as the heart of Havana rushes past their windows, a blur of vibrant life.

The cab is a classic 1950s car, its polished teal body gleaming under the fading light. The leather seats squeak as they shift, leaning closer to the windows, eyes wide with wonder.

The streets are alive—locals chat on street corners, vendors sell fresh fruit from carts, and the rhythmic pulse of music seems to drift from every corner, filling the cab with a subtle, infectious energy.

The breeze, rich with the scent of the sea and the faint aroma of food from street vendors, sweeps through the open windows, tangling their hair.

The driver hums to the soft strains of a Spanish ballad playing on the radio, and the girls, though tired, are too excited to rest.

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