My grandparents traveled to Cuba in 1953 (my mother doesn’t seem to remember how they traveled there or with whom) but I do remember hearing stories from my grandmother of how gorgeous an island it was, and how posh the hotels were.
I’m not sure how on earth this one maraca remained in my possession from so long ago, nor do I know if it was originally one of two, but the fact that it survived a zillion moves, unscathed, makes it that much more treasured to me. It looks hand-carved, and because it was 1953, I’m sticking with that idea.
One thing is for sure, Obama’s Cuba souvenirs won’t be anywhere near as cool as this.
UPDATE: Here’s Obama in Cuba today, thinking, They Love me, they really love me.