As our tour bus turned on to the famed Malecón, my extended family of 18 all vied to get a good view. We were eager to see the shiny, vintage American cars, check out the pastel painted colonial buildings and watch the waves crash into the sea side wall. As we continued down the road towards Old Town Havana, and peered down the side streets, I soon realized that there is much more to Havana then those iconic images. The amount of extensive disrepair of so many buildings was astonishing. There was a plethora of crumbling structures barely standing, some with 2×4’s precariously holding up balconies while people milled in and out below. There…