As I walked off the plane I could not help but embrace the warm, humid air, which was welcoming compared to the winters of the Midwest. My week started with a kind elderly lady in a small church that looked like just another house on the block. Due to my minimal Spanish, our conversation was very limited. However, this provided her with the opportunity to share pictures of her beautiful grandchildren. When it came time to take her blood pressure, I was surprised at how high it was. She was also complaining of leg pain, which was not surprising when I visualized her swollen legs. I asked her if she has hypertension medication and she described to me how she took the little medication she had and divided them, so she had one pill for every week. Another patient came in with uncontrolled diabetes because they did not have enough medication to take on a regular basis. Throughout the day patients were coming in with uncontrolled chronic illnesses. If I were to compare it to the US, it was similar in a manner to the presentation of illnesses in underserved American communities. However, in Cuba, there were many patients who came in and did not expect anything else except for a visit, in comparison to the United States where many patients walk out of an appointment with a prescription in hand. At this point, I was able to understand the purpose of why our group brought over so many basic medications and medical tools to Cuba. My time there continued to echo this disparity throughout communities. Especially the day we spent visiting patients that were not able to leave their homes. The first individual was a well-educated man who was very fluent in English but was surrounded by a dusty run-down apartment. It turns out this man was influential at one point in time but had it all taken away during his rebellion against the government and then trapped in his apartment for the past ten years due to his arthritis and inability to receive a knee replacement. He had many empty supplement and medicine bottles on his table next to his large stack of American movies. He was in tears at the hands of the physician that was accompanying us, grateful to him for providing him for these DVDs during the physician’s previous visit that allowed him to have a life outside of his apartment. I could see how much he appreciated these movies, and his emotions echoed much of the emotions I visualized throughout the week. Even though many Cubans were lacking many basic necessities, they were happy and grateful for the smallest of miracles. This really allowed me to put my own life in perspective. When people google Cuba, they get to see the beauty of its nature and architecture, but what they do not see is what I believe to be the best part of my program, and that is the beauty of Cuban people.