The motor bellows a loud, intimidating growl as the man starts his old Chevy. The wind flies in his face as a sense of freedom begins to flow through every vein in his body. The man has no plans, no schedule, only a destination, the Malecon. The people of Havana gather along this seawall to collectively laugh with neighbors, enjoy the moment and soak in the beauty of their world-famous sunset. It’s simple, but the man in the Chevy doesn’t take it for granted, he knows that every night God bestows a gift of unexplainable color and beauty to his community, and sometimes that’s all you need in life.