Trip Start Jan 16, 2007
51Trip End Mar 01, 2007
I returned from my last record reconnaissance this afternoon to find the room very hot and everyone asleep. Once I realized the switch wasn't set properly on the AC, the unit in our final casa began blasting cold air. Now it must be ten degrees cooler inside the room than out here in the smells and heat of the night.
Lucy, like the evening, is too hot. I like circular moments in life, but I could be spared Lucy having a fever on the first and last nights in Cuba. If we were staying at Eumelia`s both times as planned I`d say the place was cursed. But as it is, we`ve moved up literally and figuratively in our apartment building in Vedado
Lucy's fever subsides after a single dose of Tylenol. Our remaining bottles of medication are lined up ready for her, and the doctor-daughter of the casa owner is in the next bedroom if necessary, but Lucy has a relatively restful night.
I'm wake from 3 a.m on. My daughter Emma will kill me if she finds out how much mental energy I'm wasting on records. The possible discs at Julio and Elsa's occupy me as much as our chances of getting on an earlier flight so we can make the Toronto-Victoria connection. I find my brain loops in these semi-conscious states. I'm reminded of Scrooge, laying awake after Marley's visitation, wondering if the ghost had been real or not.