We were supposed to go to Cuba in early January. It was a last minute arrangement with a tour company we’ve gone with in the past.
We’d actual see some of the country, go bird watching, hiking, swimming, biking I believe, even an optional spelunking.
All this plus Cuban rum and cigars. Sure, I stopped smoking 28 years ago, but I was going to be right there, why hold back?
Instead I had heart failure and had to cancel. If we were just sitting on the beach, I would have gone, but there’s no way I could do all the things I wanted to do.
I am grateful for travel insurance, and I’m grateful we had the sense to buy it.
We got our money back on Friday. It appeared to be about a 94 per cent refund. No one is reimbursed for the cost of insurance and only a very special type of the uncommonly entitled would complain about it.
I want to see Cuba. I have for years. I want to see it and experience it under Communist rule, albeit safely.
It may not be meant to be, but that’s okay too. I’ll be better soon and I’ll qualify for trip insurance once more.
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