It took some time to get here

A decade deep into corporate life and Upper Eastside rent, I needed to hit reset. I took a sailing course while on a much-needed visit home, in Croatia. Something clicked. I left my job, my relationship, my New Yorker status. I got on a 53-foot sailboat with a 5-person crew and sailed The Atlantic, up the western coast of Africa to Brazil, through the islands of St. Vincent and The Grenadines, to Barbados, Trinidad and Tobago.

Somehow I sprained my ankle and hobbled into Havana on my 30th birthday. It felt like home.

I fell in love with the natural entrepreneurial spirit of a nation forced by politics and geography to forge its own path into the 21st century. Neither trials nor tribulations faded the vivid color of this culture. It fired up my soul. Art fills every inch of the city. There’s music in the underground clubs, the public squares, and the way we say hello.

Yet there I was, again, the newcomer, the outsider. The foreigner. But Cuba gave it a name. Yuma. 

I am Yuma. You are Yuma. We believe that mindful experiences, fresh perspectives + new adventures can help change your life, turn the page, write new stories. And we’re pretty sure that’s why you’re here, too.

WHERE WILL YOUR STORY BEGIN?