Cuba, Undistilled

12.20.14 | 9:11 PM ET Havana. (Chris Ryan) Insights about a place can come from anywhere—a baseball game, a taxi driver, a hospital room. My first realization about Cuba came during the flight to Havana—from the drink cart. I was in the back row of one of Cubana Airlines’ aging Russian “Yaks,” lodged between my non-reclining seat and the seatback in front of me.