Food in Cuba
Food sells tours. My colleagues talk about pasta and I want to pull up stakes and emigrate again, even if every hamlet on Earth has multiple Italian restaurants. (I keep wandering into likely… Continue reading
Food sells tours. My colleagues talk about pasta and I want to pull up stakes and emigrate again, even if every hamlet on Earth has multiple Italian restaurants. (I keep wandering into likely… Continue reading
Within hours of arriving in Cuba I was filled with regret. Or was it disappointment? It was the same feeling I get when fighting the zipper of an overpacked suitcase. The feeling that… Continue reading