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Travel Blogs from Havana
Old sins cast long shadows
... forgotten, just that maybe we would all be better off with letting things go a little sooner. It is grand.
I also am afraid that I have learned the empirical way, that often, experience teaches us that it doesn’t teach us a damn thing.
On the night of the full moon it was as if I was under a spell myself. A chocolate-craving spell. Anyone who knows me would know this is quite unusual as I am more of a cheese and salami girl (savoury), but that night ...
Back to the myth
... watching some 3-4 locals doing it, I have enough courage to try it myself . just wave at any old car, ask if he goes there and enter. Pay one Cuc and here I am. Perfect.
I first check out the flights to Canada : all seems good, there are some flights for 230Cuc to Montreal via Toronto on several dates in about 2 weeks. I don't yet know exactly when I want to leave so I then go to the hotel nacional to get some money. And then comes the bad news : my Mastercard does not ...
Hustling Havana
... resembled a South American soccer match. There were large African drums, trombones, trumpets and plently of colourfully dressed supporters. The visiting team's fans are ushered in and out as a group, with designated seating directly behind their bench. In contrast to most North American sportscasters, the Cuban league doesn't pay any heed to actual play; so sound effects, music and comments played according to his whims throughout the game. In fact, the music and noise was so ...
That's Habana With A 'b'.
... hot and whats not and get on our feet.
The next few days saw us milling around doing the touristy thangs - Habana Vieja (the old town); a walk on the Malecon; Capitolio... We found our Salsa in corner bars and restaurants mostly everywhere but there's only so many time you can hear 'Chan Chan' or 'Guantanamera' before it runs a little thin...
So taking a chance we headed to 'Casa de la Musica Habana' for night out on the town. ...
Viva Cuba Libre!
... phenomenal jazz clubs. The family was especially gracious and hospitable towards me. In addition to preparing meals and helping with my laundry, they generally were looking out for me. Dolores, Eduardo´s mother, was especially open in sharing with me about their lives and seemed genuinely interested in knowing me. I think I may have reminded her of her son, whom she misses dearly. Overall the time spent with them in their home helped immensely to orient ...