“No estampan mi passport, por favor.” A customs official, who couldn’t have been more than 25, slipped a piece of paper into my passport, pounded a blue ink dolphin stamp onto it, and my friend Johnny Rev and I were…
I don’t know about you, but this sounds like a challenge. Seriously, how can we not be able to visit these places. Who’s coming to Mexico with me and boarding the first flight to Cuba?