Really really early wake up call for our flight to Cuba. Airport was filled with lots of blue plastic cocoons (strangely wrapped objects such as bikes, stoves, TVs, wheelchairs, etc.) flight was full and short. We got through customs and immigration with no problems. We met our guide Jose Luis and climbed on to a nice new shiny Chinese tour bus.
Being in Havana Cuba is sort of like watching an antique car show - until you get a closer look. Lots of sloppy bondo and missing pieces. I like the old Belairs the best even though I grew up in a Oldsmobile family (neat family back story on that but too long to type on the iPad).
We are so fortunate to have Issac with us. Not only can he translate for us in an emergency. He gave us an impromptu lecture at the revolutionary park (a huge parking lot with a tower and some famously known building art.
Lunch at a private restaurant and our first introduction to Cuban food. Good choice. Plates, silver wear and glasses were beautifully mismatched and antique ('40 & '50's) pieces. Rice and beans, lamb dopa vieja, ( translated to "old clothes" ). Everything was yummy.
Next on our list of 'cultural/educational' experiences was attending an "independent" dance performance that is not supported by the government. I am not much of a dance expert so I can only describe it as ....9 dancers with hunky bodies that moved with a combination of dance poses, yoga stretches, and tumbling moves built on a ménage-a-tois theme with strange jazz type music.
We arrived at our hotel which reminded me so much of the old Sea Island Cloister. Photos to follow.
People over 50 should not be allowed to take selfies
