Sailing through what seemed to be open ocean, I realized there was something in the distance on the port side. At first it was hard to make out, then hard to believe what I was seeing. Not expecting to see a city skyline in the middle of the ocean, it seemed like a strange mirage in the mist. A quick check of our route confirmed that we were sailing past Cuba that day, although I hadn’t anticipated being close enough to see Havana. There it was, shrouded in fog and mystery. Just as it always had been.