I think so too. I don't think I ever got tired of getting to know more about my grandfather's experiences. there was always more surprising information.
but WWII aside, I would love to hear about your experience with Cuba, and Cubans in general!
from what i remember in cuba they are extremely aware that it all can fall apart any second and because of that mindset nothing is taken for granted
a vivid memory i have was when we were driving in one of those old cars (actually it was to different cars put together) on a road somewhere on the country side...and the radio started to play a favorite song of my cousins...
they stopped the car and danced in front of the head lights... that was sweet.
i also remember a level of paranoia. no one could speak about castro...it was taboo. as a kid i would just repeat what my mom would say about him and one time, i said something and they shushed me. that was weird.
before going to cuba i didn't like black beans and rice...:no:
but my mother told me...'you better eat the food...they've been saving up for months in order to feed us while we're here...' so i tried it and loved them ever since.
my mom's parents had a well, and a nice place...the furniture they had were of the ones my mom won in a contest long before she came to the states...
my father's parents were really really poor...dirt floors and a roof made of palm branches...an outhouse ... such a drastic contrast.
those are some of the things i can think of from the top of my head