It was still early and I was leaving work. By then, I didn't have any pending tasks to do at home, nor did I know what to do. That's how I decided to go for a walk and kill some time. It was then that I thought, "Why not go through Old Havana and take some pictures?"

That's when my little journey began, just with my phone, my water bottle to face the immense heat of these days and the sun accompanying every step I took.

Taking the first step through its cobblestone streets, I knew I was here. In Old Havana, it's easy to imagine the times of Cuba. Seeing that imposing Spanish stamp on almost all of its buildings is fascinating. As is seeing its balconies, alleys, or sculptures. Every detail, I think, is coldly calculated to take you back in time.

But among so much ancient beauty, there are buildings that are clearly modern. Making it look like the Havana of yesteryear and the one that exists today. The truth is that many of those buildings don't clash at all.

It's strange because as a Cuban, I can say that life here is very difficult. But when you walk through Old Havana, you can feel the joy. It could be due to the habit of working that many Cubans have and giving good treatment to every tourist who shows up. But sometimes here you can forget your daily problems just by walking down the streets.

So, when I felt a little pain in my feet, I sat down for a while. Another thing I like is that while sitting down, you can listen to Cuban or other music. Mostly found in the restaurants or bars of the place.

When the sun went down a bit, I realized that enough time had passed. It was time to leave, but with the fortune of passing through this wonderful place and taking a few pictures.

And so, satisfied by every corner I passed through and my phone with some photos, I realized that every day has the potential to become a magnificent day. Even if it's just a simple walk through Old Havana.

And do you have any way of taking advantage of days when you don't know what to do? I would love to read your comments.

All photos are my own.