In Caibarien, our room at Señora Virginia’s casa is occupied. She arranged for us to stay at her friend Señor Eladio’s house until the lone Italian tenant leaves Christmas day. Señora Virginia’s husband, Señor Osmany, reminded us that we should consider eating inside the casas for the rest of our stay in Caibarien because the ...
It’s only our third day in Cuba and we’ve already made plans to get out of Havana. We visited the primary school across from Aleida’s house to give the principal a few boxes of pencils, Crayons and coloring pens for the children. They were thankful, uttering Qué bueno as we told them about our impressions ...
We felt like we’ve had enough of Havana. So the next morning we woke up to our second omelette with sausages while Señor Paolo waited for us to finish eating. There’s bread and butter on the table. But there is no milk like yesterday. We didn’t ask and drank our coffee blacker than the sky ...
We step out of our casa particular in Vedado, a suburb of Havana, and immediately see what will become the familiar silhouette of Ernesto Che Gueverra. As expected, there are frequent reminders of Cuba’s history wherever you turn–inspirational quotes from Cuba’s national hero, José MartÃ, and dates of historical importance that most, if not all, ...