In my Original Posting of our Cuba trip on my old blogger blog, I never covered our drive into Havana. Havana was full of old architecture, strong and proud, under construction or newly completed. We visit museums, walked the streets, found a cigar shop and a booze shop. We wandered through a bazaar. Was hit up by dozens of adults for drawing/cash exchanges and kids just asking for money. There is so much I want to remember from this trip.
So the pictures are from our time in Havana, but the notes are bits from my journal.
At one point we were driving along and a colt came running up beside us. All animals are tied down there so he must have somehow gotten loose. He trotted all beside us then cut up in front and crossed the road. And was beside us for probably a good ten minutes keeping pace until we got came to another tethered house. He was the cutest little thing and the only time during the drive I regretted not having my camera out.
The air is so pure there. They don’t use the chemicals we use here. So both Kevin and I could breath! The only time I took an allergy pill was late at night when we were surrounded by 10 or 15 smokers. Kevin fully cleared up and had no trouble breathing or sleeping (he did have trouble sleeping but that does due to the sunburn).
The fences are so different. They have some poles and a little wire but mostly the just grown up cactus and that became the fence. Definitely no fence climbing here!
The rain was so warm. Nothing like the horrendous rain we get here. While it wasn’t always fun being damp. It wasn’t a cold damp so it really didn’t matter.
Bano’s aka the bathroom, were interesting to approach when you weren't at the resort. While always clean (something that isn't a guarantee in Canada or the States) you were never sure if you would have a toilet seat or toilet paper. Sometimes both were missing! You did lots of squatting when you were off the resort. It also feels a little weird to be paying to use the bathroom, especially at a restaurant when you are paying for the food.
We had one opportunity to go horseback riding but we decided not to worry about it as the horse were pack-horse all tied together in a row just following each other along and in growing around an acre or so of land. There was also a bull you could ride at one point, but he looked to be about a hundred years old. They definitely didn’t mean Canadian bull riding.
On a last note: look at this ocean. I miss the water and the sand.
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