Sixteen people for dinner. Eight hours and bottles of good bourbon and tequila later, the last eight standing cram into our steam shower for sing-alongs, at four am. When I woke up this morning the tea lights I'd lit in the midst of it all still hadn't had time to burn out.

I am a wee bit in love with the happy randomness of this place we're building.

I am also in love with Havana. I can't stop looking at pictures of her. Holy nostalgia.