Our alarm went off at an hour I hope not to see again in the near future: 3:45 am. An early wake-up was a welcome trade for a free ride on the workers’ bus from one gorgeous beach town to another. The day was blurry, and not for too much…
Usually I remember places by imagining the food. I hope that is not the case for Cuba. The crusty bread (pan) with some combination of a slice of ham (jamon) or fried egg (tortilla) is worth the 25 pennies, though I will probably not want another one until alzheimers kicks…
I may have Cuban blood, but it is American sweat that keeps a constant sheen across any exposed skin. My running shorts and flowy tops make me seem like a nun in a comparison to the local female garb, reminiscent of Brazil. Booty skirts, high heels, and sheer shirts with…
