The pace and style of life here in Cuba is beginning to grow on me as I move to the rhythms of the small and dense city of Santiago de Cuba. The hot and bright mornings are early and invite me to rooftop yoga to greet the sun. The afternoons bring sweltering heat and the opportunity to explore the city’s many beautiful streets, always hustling with food vendors, uniformed school children of all ages, folks selling sunglasses and others clinking cans of fresh-toasted peanuts or ambivalently holding out cigarettes for passersby at a peso.