From the Blog

Feb
13
Posted by Bryan Clifton at 9:00 am

I want to be a traveler, not a tourist.

Tourists go from one place to the next taking photos of everything in sight. Their memories are saved on SD cards and iCloud. They see things, but rarely interact and engage.

Travelers, however, see what is going on and interact with their surroundings to create something different. They engage with their environment and make an impact. They leave an impression.

Tourists are noticed because they stand out of the crowd. They take pictures of the culture around them rather than becoming part of it.

Travelers blend in with the crowd. They go with the flow. They eat local food, stay in the homes of families rather than pricey hotels, and see parts of the country that is not found in a guide-book.

Being a tourist is easy. It comes natural to most people. But a traveler understands what they saw. They can explain the purpose of the photo, the meaning behind the story, and the reason why a random conversation with a stranger on the bus made the trip unforgettable.

QUESTION:

Which one are you?

Dec
01
Posted by Bryan Clifton at 11:46 am
CIMG6517 225x300 Cuba: Fidel & Antiques

Esta es Tu Casa Fidel

When we stepped into his house, we were greeted by a Coke gnome.

From that point on, I knew this was a guy I would get along with. Not because I have a secret obsession with gnomes or even Coke (Dr. Pepper is my preference for anyone taking notes), but because he was a collector of unique items. The gnome was simply the greeter for his vast collection of unique items.

I thought I had an exciting collection of unique items, but I fail in comparison to what he has compiled over the years. In a strange way, he fell into this line of work as a way to keep his home. He has the unique privilege of having lived in the same house his entire life. He was born in the very bedroom that he now sleeps in. Not many people can say that.

He ushered us around the corner into a room to show off his collection of unique items. Stepping into this area was like visiting a collection of items that should only be seen on a television special. The walls were lined with Cuban government items from the revolution, American baseball memorabilia from the 1950′s, and random items that should be housed in a museum for all to see.

This does not happen often, but I was literally speechless. I had never seen a collection of rare and unique items such as this. The guys from American Pickers would have gone crazy to get their hands on some of these items.

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - First Edition

In his collection were three complete sets of 1955 baseball cards. The set included rookie cards from Sandy Koufax, Roberto Clemente, and other all-time greats. Shockingly, the cards were in like new condition. I am not sure of the real value, but I know these cannot be cheap.

Numerous photos of Fidel from back in the day are sitting in photo albums stacked around the rooms of his house. He would gladly pull out album after album to show off the different pictures and explain the stories behind them. Where was my voice recorder when I needed it?

In his basement sat old signs from Coke, Ford, Shell, and many other companies. Some were metal signs, while others were the original glass pieces from gas stations. This house was unlike anything I have ever seen.

Back up the stairs, he pulled out a first edition For Whom the Bell Tolls by Hemingway. Only 75,000 of these were ever printed, and this piece was in fantastic condition. Last week he sold an autographed copy of a similar book. What is rare to normal people is common place for him.

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Cuban Chess Set from 1966 Chess Olympiad

Sitting against the wall was a chess set given to the Cuban winner from the XVII World Chess Olympiad held in 1966 in Havana. This was the first major sporting event held in Cuba after the Revolution. The piece was made completely by hand and is the only one like it in the world. It was acquired after the Cuban representative passed away. His son inherited it and called my friend to see if he would be interested in purchasing it. He was.

As we were talking, he heard that I wanted a Cuban license plate, so he went into his back room and got one for me. Now it sits on my wall in my office.

Nov
29
Posted by Bryan Clifton at 9:00 am
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Cuban Alley

Crossed another item off my bucket list!

Just before Thanksgiving, I spent a week in Cuba exploring a country that until a few months ago seemed off-limits to me due to governmental challenges and restrictions. I am almost halfway to visiting 100 countries before age 30. I’ll get there.

In a sense, it is a dream come true. Cuba has been a destination I wanted to visit for as long as I can remember. Part of it is the nostalgia surrounding the country, while part is the fact that so few people can get in to the country.

Every trip I take has a specific goal. Some trips focus on work, others are simply personal enjoyment. This one was a mix of mission work, tourism, and attempting to understand Cuban culture. I wanted to converse with Cubans and discover how their mindset and worldview have been effected by a dictatorship government. Do you have ambitions to fight the system, or is subservient nature expected? What about entrepreneurship? Does it exist when so many barriers are in place?

These questions will serve as the framework for blog posts over the next week. Hopefully you will be able to better understand the mindset of the people who live just 90 miles from Key West yet lack many of the freedoms we enjoy daily.

Oct
09
Posted by Bryan Clifton at 1:50 pm

Seated under the giant mango tree, Bebe sat in silence staring into the distance. This is not an uncommon sight. Often he will be roaming the yard doing his job while talking to himself and anyone else around.

Bebe is unlike anyone I have ever met. I have no clue how old he actually is, but my best guess is around 60. He is mute and deaf. He does not know how to read, nor can he communicate via sign language. With these hurdles, we still shared a conversation.

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Bebe

Proudly he pulled out an English newspaper and started to intently stare at it. It reminded me of a focused stock trader reading the Wall Street Journal looking for a smallest piece of knowledge to give him a leg up on the competition. That was the intensity in his eyes.

After a few seconds, he spotted the word “Medicare” on an advertisement. The intense focus led way to a smile beaming from ear to ear, revealing his toothless grin. His teeth fell victim to years of eating raw sugarcane and the absence of dental care.

The smile revealed his joy that he spotted a word he recognized. Through grunts and hand gestures we “discussed” the meaning of the term. You try explaining government medical coverage to a man living in Haiti that lacks the ability to speak, hear, or sometimes eat. Add in language and cultural barriers. It seemed impossible to convey.

Whether he understood me or not, he shook his head in agreement, waited a moment, then took his newspaper to compare it with a plaque written in English about the Haitian man who helped make this school a reality. Bebe found a common word between the newspaper and the plaque. The word was “the”. He ushered me over to share in his delight. His smile had returned.

I congratulated him on a job well done. He soaked up his moment of accomplishment. After a few more attempts at communicating verbally, we both realized that words were not necessary. A few minutes of peaceful silence passed, then he got back to work cleaning the grounds.

Preach the Gospel at all times and when necessary use words.

- Saint Francis of Assisi

Sep
29
Posted by Bryan Clifton at 10:20 am

IMG 1560 300x225 Going Back to Haiti

Well it’s that time of year again. I’m headed to Haiti.

For the fun of it, I decided to write my guess at what a day will look like while I am down there based upon previous trips. Some of this is an exaggeration yet based on truth. You can pick out what is what. Here it goes.

Wake up to random animals noises, gun shots, and/or voodoo chants at 4:30 or 5 am. Eat a granola bar for breakfast while watching a scrawny dog run away from kids chasing it with a machete. Jump into a truck to drive 5 miles, which will take over an hour maybe two, into the mountains to visit a village that I did not know even existed. On the way, we will stop to have lunch at the local restaurant (house that happens to sell food). I will order a steak. They proceed to chop off a chunk of meat from the cow hanging in the tree in the front yard. Delicious. But I am sure I will regret this later.

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Don't Eat Haitian Bacon

So we get to the village. I spend hours talking with people, playing with kids, and taking an adventure away from the rest of the group with a few mischievous boys. After we return and eat a supper of creole rice and beans (This is 100% certain. Almost every meal. It is good at first, but it starts to get old very fast.), I will spend hours talking with the Haitians staying at the school about their views on culture, religion, and life. Probably call it a night around 8pm because there is no electricity and I will be up at the crack of dawn anyways.

When I get back to the US (and internet) next week, expect plenty of stories about this trip. Check back to find more.