I’ve tried to write this post about seven times, and each time it just got longer and longer.
My husband and I had just over a week in Cuba at the end of January. We didn’t stay in the resort area, Varadero. We didn’t take the girls either. Someone has to look after the chickens :). We were with a small tour of 15 people, with G Adventures. Havana. Santa Clara. Trinidad. Cienfuegos. Havana. Except for our first and last night, we stayed in “casa particulares” or bed and breakfasts everywhere. We had one day going by catamaran out to Cayo Blanco off Trinidad for beach time and snorkelling over the coral. We had 2 hours on a public beach near Cienfuegos. Otherwise, we were exploring towns, visiting monuments, or at one point hiking a short trail to “El Nicho”, a beautiful waterfall in a national park.
I wanted to tell you about all the things the pictures don’t show – the fields, the livestock, the fencing, all the horses and oxen used for transportation and load carrying. The people selling stuff along the highways, or hitching rides. The sounds – all day, all night. The music, the cheerfulness, the endurance. How wonky the supply and demand in grocery stores is, how much Che is honoured, how much more Jose Marti is revered. You see? I’m starting to do it again. If pictures are worth a thousand words, may these suffice to stand in for the several thousand I’ve written and erased.