I saw this older man back up his boat into the water, and go out to the sea alone. It reminded me of the book I read “The Old Man and the Sea” written by Ernest Hemmingway. He wrote it in 1951 in Cuba and that book actually inspired me to go to Cuba. That book made me think that maybe someday I’ll be that old man in the sea too. Or maybe I already am? Haha. But I have lots of respect for older fishermen. They’re doing what the love, they know the dangers, and they wouldn’t want to die any other way…
